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tqxky · 8 months

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First date || Michonne x fem!reader

Summary: first date with Michonne :)

Warnings: mostly fluff, maybe a bit of swearing, sex joke LOL

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I was walking through the streets of Alexandria, thinking about the conversation i had yesterday.

"You should just ask her already!" I heard Tara's voice in my head, "You won't know if you won't ask!"

I was searching for Michonne, Tara finally convinced me to ask her out, and i would, i just had to find her.

I felt extremely nervous. I had been in love with Michonne ever since she first arrived at the prison. She's gorgeous, brave, and a total badass, not to mention she saved my ass multiple times.

My mind went back to my conversation with Tara the previous night, i was telling her all about how Michonne saved me from getting bit that day. that's when Tara pretty much forced me to go ask her out, Tara was the only person that knew about my crush, since she was my bestfriend, she gave me alot of advice on what to do, suggesting i should give Michonne a gift.

That's exactly what i did, walking through the streets, searching for Michonne with a chocolate bar that i found on a run in my bag, it wasnt much, but i just hoped she'd like it..

After a few more minutes of walking, i finally spotted her, Michonne was at the gate, on watch, i felt less confident and felt very nervous, what if she rejected me? Would she tell everyone? I would be a total loser.

'Pull yourself together, Y/n.' I told myself, 'Stop being a pussy and ask her.'

I approached the gate, getting more nervous with every step, 'Just do it.' I sighed and walked towards the gate, "Michonne?" She turned around with that beautiful smile of hers, "Hey, Y/n!", I smiled back to her, trying to hide my nervousness, "H-hey, how're you doing?" I asked her, "Im doing great, just on watch, how about you?" She stepped closer to me, 'Oh god.'

"Im doing great, actually! I wanted to ask you something." She looked slightly worried, "Is something wrong, Y/n? You look very nervous." I looked down, "No, nothings wrong, its just that-" I thought of how i was going to say this, "Im so thankful for you saving my life the other day and i just think youre really awesome y'know so do you wanna go out??" I just blurted out, 'Fuck, Y/n youre an idiot.' She smiled and chuckled a bit, 'Yeah you messed up.'

"Go out?" She asked."Where would we go? I doubt any fancy restaurants are open." She said jokingly, "Yeah, i know, but uh, i got some stuff at home, i could make dinner for us." She smiled at me, a genuine smile. God, i love that smile.

"Sounds awesome." She said, i felt so happy, i couldn't describe it, i was seriously about to scream 'yippee' but i played it cool, "thats great, uh, so, see you later?" She kept smiling, "Yep, see you later. " I turned around to walk away, 'you forgot something, stupid.' I turned back around, "Before I go.." She looked at me, listening to what i have to say, "I got chocolate for you.." I gave her the chocolate bar i had in my bag. Once i handed it to her, her face lit up, and she looked happy once again, "Thank you so much, Y/n." She smiled at me, "You're so sweet." I smiled, "So, uhm, see ya!" I stepped back, and she waved at me.

Around 20 minutes later, i was back home, cleaning up and setting some things ready for the date, 'God that sounds weird.' I told myself, i looked at the clock. It was almost 5 pm, i was debating whether or not i should take a quick shower, 'Just do it, you smell like crap, you don't want her to hate her, do you?' I sighed and grabbed some clean clothes from my room, walking towards the bathroom and turning on the shower.

I took off my clothes, throwing them in the corner of the bathroom. I put my hand under the shower water to check the temperature, 'that'll do.' I got in the shower, letting the warm water hit my body, i felt happy, happy that i was finally going on a 'date' with the woman I've had a crush on for so long.

A few minutes later, i got out, i grabbed a hairbrush and started to work on my hair a bit, until i heard something, a doorbell, 'Fuck', i grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my waist and covering my chest with a shirt and ran downstairs to the door.

'Great, she's gonna think you're some freak.' I ran to the door, unlocking and opening it, there she was, Michonne, her face turned into a smile when she saw me, half naked, opening the door.

"Hey, Michonne.." I smiled awkwardly, keeping the shirt pressed against my chest, "Hey, Y/n," She looked me up and down, "Y'know, when you asked me out, i expected dinner, not a hookup." She chuckled, and i panicked, "No, no, no! I was taking a shower, I didn't have time to get dressed!" She smiled, "Dont worry, sweetheart, let's get inside." She kissed my cheek and walked past me, inside, 'holy shit.'

"So, how about you go put some clothes on." She pointed to the towel around my waist, "And then we can start with dinner." I looked down at my waist, almost forgetting i was still half naked, "Great idea!" I ran upstairs to put some clothes on.

I walked back downstairs, this time with clothes, Michonne smiled at me, "Great, let's go work on dinner." I smiled, "Yep, let's go!" We walked to the kitchen together, grabbing some ingredients from the cabinets, "Im so happy," I spoke again, "so happy to be with you." Michonne smiled again, "And im happy to make you happy." She walked up behind me, giving me a tight hug, 'fuck that feels good.', I learned back against her with a smile, "Is this to early to tell you i love you?" She chuckled, "Nope, i love you too." She let go of me and stood infront of me, still smiling, 'say something, don't make this awkward.', "So, we're gonna continue with the food-" she cut me off, placing her hands on my cheeks and kissing me, 'Oh. My. God.' I kissed her back. The kiss felt like it was going on forever but i didn't mind, i wanted it to continue.

After a little while, she pulled away, and i was blushing hard. I mean, who wouldn't? I looked down at my feet and heard Michonne chuckle, "So.." She spoke, i looked back up at her again. She placed her hand on my cheek again, "Let's continue making this dinner?" I smiled, "Yeah, let's do it."

After about an hour of cooking, we sat down on the couch, enjoying our dinner while talking about some random stuff.

I smiled at her, "Y'know.. i enjoyed this a lot." She smiled back, "So did i." She kissed my head, i blushed, wrapping my arms around her, "You tired?" She spoke again, "Yeah," I sighed, my head on her chest, "Very tired." She stroked my hair, laying back on the couch a bit, "Then sleep."

After a few minutes of cuddling, i dozed off, still in Michonne's arms.

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Welp, there's my second story🙏 i wrote this one for my friend who's a hugeeee Michonne simp (i also love her a lot), so, here it is😊 kinda proud of this NGL, also the whole "Y/n talking to herself" thing is gonna be in majority of my fanfics, idk i talk to myself 24/7, it just fits😭

Im gonna immediately work on a Rosita smut fanfic i have in my requests, im expecting it to come out in a week or something, maybe a bit more,

Have a great day everyone! <3

#tqxky #twd michonne #michonne hawthorne #michonne grimes #the walking dead #twd fanfiction #michonne #lgbtq #lgbtq community #the walking dead fanfiction

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amelee23 · 7 months

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Tadaa ✨✨ Sorry I'm late, I was busy with personal matters 🙏 Kinda looks wonky the more I look at it, but this is the best I can do 😔💔 If I made an attempt to decorate it, I'll probably make it look even more terrible 💀 I swear, you don't know how long it took me to perfect this. One small mistake and into my drawer it goes 🤩 (I'm a hoarder I'm sorry.)

I'll add more of your poems on my wall, mainly because my wall looks depressing and also, I love love LOVE the way you write them. Like hello?? It's so good?? Yesterday I was reading 'I didn't accidentally love you' and was up to the poem part. I was so shocked after reading the poem (Fr though I'm not joking) It's so well thought out and after rereading it multiple times, I felt sad. I can relate to it for sure.

Aside from that, IT'S SO WITTY?? Like I was also shocked when the first letters of every line spelt out "HYUNJIN", I didn't even realise that haha. But yea, def will put that one on my wall too (I'll send you a pic if you want 😗) Looking forward to your upcoming fanfics 💕 Make sure not to force yourself if you don't feel like it. Take breaks if you need to and lastly, hope you're doing great ❤️

You're not late at all!!

Shush it's not wonky! It's perfect 😭 you have very beautiful handwriting! And I appreciate you doing this x3628262828 times it's amazing honestly especially that you put so much effort into making it pretty and all sniwnwkmsk

Thank you so much for reading my works so thoroughly and paying so much attention to the details and the poem 😭 this is the stuff that makes my soul soar through the sky! Breaks my brain really that you like them this much! And thank you for saying it's witty 😭🖤 it's actually funny because I started that fic by writing the poem first. And I sent it over to a friend, for review, since I was trying to make it seem as smooth as possible without forcing it (y'know because the lines had to start with the letters of Hyunjin's name) and my friend actually said it sounded awkward at first so I had to redo it 😂 but the thing is, my friend actually also had no clue about the letter thing! They only found out when I posted the fic, what I was actually (sneakily) doing the entire time! 😂 Also I don't think I should be saying I'm glad you relate to it -- I mean, it's cool it brought out emotions but bad you had to experience them to know them 😂

(and yes yes pls send the compliment goblin more pics if you put more of her poems on the wall. [That's me. I'm the compliment goblin.])

I'm not kidding, this is a first for me. I've never had a poem of mine put on a wall. It's surreal thinking you're gonna be looking at it, at my work, every single day. What is this strange feeling??? I think fulfilment is one way I could describe it. But also strangely I feel like I'll be beside you in spirit! And its so cute sonsiskwdk

I'm not very good at receiving compliments I swear I read them and my brain goes haywire and when I try to write down an answer I just blank

Soooo I did a lil something for you, as a thank you! It was very quick so it's not very good but I hope you like it!

(let me know if you can read it well)

And I'm doing pretty good today! I finally slept so that's nice 😂 I'm just very anxious because I finally got into literature university and a whole new adventure awaits me! 😭

It's very comforting to hear you will be looking forward to my future work. 🖤 I will continue to work hard to deliver high quality fiction and become and even better writer! 😁

I hope you're also doing well and once again thank you! (And you can always dm me if you want.)

#letterbox #feedback #ask #poetry #pdniym #answered

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poltergeist-coffee · 7 months

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Heyy, it's me again

The one and only

🍽️ ANON

Kameto coming back yesterday was the most unexpected thing

And he's a spy???

In any case, we also got favela interactions:D

Bagi was going to show her secret base only to Pac(It didn't expect to like their dynamic so much) but then Cellbit just going "let's go together" was so funny and Kameto just coming and distracted them from the discussion and someone on Pac's chat just said "KAMETO LEAVE I WANT TO SEE THE FIGHT"

And Pac stole the tvs when they were leaving that place where they found Kameto

That's my streamer

Oh yeah, and Forever somehow got along into the ride to go to Bagi's secret base

B: "Apparently my brother liked chess and worms"

F: "I like chess but I don't like worms"

C: "I like chess and I like worms but I'm not your brother"

He's not beating the sibling allegations

And there was Pac who was: "I don't like neither"

(And right now Bagi is trying to get rid of a considerable amount of milk and I don't even know where it come from

She's going to be lactose intolerant after drinking that amount of milk)

Now, stopping my rambling for a moment, do you have any Favela six + Richas(and perhaps the honorary brazilians) headcanons?

(Or insane duo cuz you slightly looks like that you like them, y'know, just very slightly ashuksksks)

- 🍽️

HELLO!! YEAH YESTERDAYS STREAM WAS KINDA CRAZY KWMKNFIJS what a twist for kameto to come back as a federation spy!! tbh i’m vv excited to see what he does and all the devious things he can get up too >:3c esp since he has etoiles like- etoiles is someone everyone trusts so is etoikes trusts kameto then i feel like kameto is just going to get whatever knowledge he wants you know? it will be so easy for him

pac never stopped being a thief <33 hell yeah king take all those tv monitors or whatever collect that shit

I LOVED THE CONVO OF BAGI TRYING TO ASK CELLBIT THINGS FROM HER BOOK TO SEE IF HES HER BROTHER KMAKNVJND cellbit didn’t even question it he’s like alright q&a time what do you want to know maknkfnkja

i will ramble about some Favela Six hcs under the cut for anyone interested in them >:3c also!! anon i don’t like insaneduo what makes you think that i like them <- lying

my personal hc for q!cellbit is that he’s a phantom OR maybe just a silly human who’s incredibly deranged… (i don’t want him to be a catboy as much as i think it fits him bc i remember cc!cellbit saying he isn’t super fond of it. idc that people do this is just a me thing aknfjhjsn)

mayhaps he and bagi are both humans…

q!mike to me is a creeper and he is terrified of cats (cellbit) and will make the creeper hissing sound (like about to explode) when under a lot of stress

he and pac have matching earrings :)) like they have two sets of earrings one green and one blue but they both share it? like pac has one green and one blue earring!! so mike has the other pair to the set

qforever is trans (to me) and a werewolf and you can’t convince me otherwise. he is so dogboy coded it’s fucking insane he is a werewolf and you can’t convince me otherwise

qpac is not human but i don’t know what he is specially… haven’t come up with it yet… i just know he can’t be human…

oh and qfelps ofc is a magma cube <33 my fav ever

i think that before the insaneduo divorce arc qforever would go to the order base very often and just fall asleep in there while cellbit worked

i remember seeing a clip of him saying the office and the music cellbit played there was very comforting to him so he often goes there if he can’t sleep at night and curls up on the couch falling asleep to the sound of cellbit typing away on his keyboard u-u

i feel like richas has multiple bedroom everywhere. like all his parents have their own homes and he can sleep there so every mornign all the brazilians will text each other like “who had richas? who’s taking care of him today?” you know??

when richas meets bagi i believe strongly that he would steal one of her extra hats and wear it around + brag to everyone like he has SO MANY DADS and also TWO MOMS!! which is more moms then most of the eggs u-u he continues to remain unmatched in “having the most parents” department

i think after richas helped forever build the ocean (i’m sorry i don’t remember the name) with forever he was sort of sick of sand/beaches in general for a while MKANJHCIJLAM he shakes his head and sand is flying EVERYWHERE

richas is also wearing his jersey backwards and no one has yet to make a comment about it to him

richas would carry around markers/pens with him at all times and when he’s bored he’d doodle on his arms or legs + anyone he’s with who lets him (his favorite person to draw on is forever only because forever acts super annoyed about it and chases him around)

i like the idea of all the streamers chats taking the form of an animal or something like that so i don’t think it’s uncommon to see a bunch of diff animals around the favela or richas just hanging out with one another :))

i think it might be canon that qfelps can marry people?? like that job?? he can officiate weddings?? if it’s not them i’m sorry fanon got to me but he totally officiated qinsaneduos wedding on that boat they crashed

qfelps can NOT drive a boat he can’t even GO IN WATER!! WHY WOULD THEY LET HIM DRIVE THE BOAT!! HIS WHIMSY WAS TOO GREAT!!

okay i think that’s enough for now MKANHFJNSK thanks for listening <33

#✉️ asks or whatever #🍽️ anon #hellooo sorry i think i’ve been absent for like two days? unsure but i haven’t been able to watch streams so i’ve probs missed lore #and stuff going on TT i don’t think anythign HUGE has happened besides Kameto re-joining tho…#unrelated note IVE BEEN WORKING ON REF SHEETS FOR QSMP CHARACTERS!! SO I CAN DRAW THEM MORE YIPPEE!!#i want to try and be at least a little consistent with them TT

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brightgnosis · 8 months

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Watching my first Bat Mitzvah this morning (the conversion class was encouraged to attend however they could, since our current module is on Life Cycle Events), and it's literally the sweetest thing ever? She looks so proud and happy, and it's absolutely beautiful.

But watching other people in the congregation struggle to read Hebrew while reading from the Torah during the regular portions of the Saturday Shabbat Service honestly makes me feel so much better about how poor my Hebrew is, and the fact I still don't actually know the Aleph-Bet yet? Like ... If they struggle, and they've been doing this for years, then I'll be okay, y'know? It's fine.

There was one woman early on today, though, who had the most beautiful cantillation, and it's definitely inspired me even more to learn the cantillation marks when I get there; I wanted to do it anyways because I love the tradition of singing the Torah (singing the prayers in general, really; I hope to get that confident some day). But she just kind of solidified it for me.

Also found out yesterday while talking to a Rebbetzin that keeps offering to ask any questions I have after Minyans (who I finally took up on the offer and emailed Thursday), that I'm ahead of my class- and even her, when she was converting; apparently people usually don't attend Minyan so early into their conversion, if they wind up attending at all. Even she didn't even start attending until years after she converted, after her mother died.

Had a conversation with her over email about all of my anxiety, too, and she put it all to ease pretty easily; there are no milestones, it turns out ... You literally just start adopting the Mitzvah as you go, as you feel comfortable and ready to do so, and learn how to do it. Which makes me feel a lot better and more comfortable about it all.

Started 'Living A Jewish Life: Jewish Traditions, Customs, and Values for Today's Families; Revised and Updated' after that conversation, now that I've finished 'Choosing A Jewish Life: A Handbook for People Converting to Judaism and for Their Family and Friends; Revised and Updated', and I think it's going to be a lot more helpful- not just to me, but also to my Husband; he's been so worried about what to do in order to keep from messing things up for me on even on accident.

I'm going to have him read it after me, because it's in a format that shouldn't be too dense or difficult for him to understand. But because it's so light and things aren't explained terribly in depth, I think if he has any questions or confusion about anything, I'm going to have us mutually look it up in 'Living Judaism: The Complete Guide to Jewish Belief, Tradition, and Practice' and 'Essential Judaism: A Complete Guide to Beliefs, Customs, and Rituals; Revised and Updated' together.

I have both and they're great books. They're just more "Encyclopedia-like" and contain information on the practices from the perspective of multiple movements, whereas 'Living A Jewish Life' is from the perspective of Liberal Judaism. So I think they'll really help him in that regard. But knowing how he learns, they're too dense individually to just chuck at him to read as starting material. So I think 'Living A Jewish Life' will be a good inroad, using the other two as supplemental "encyclopedias" for him as actually needed.

#Just Potential Jewish Convert Things #Jewish Studies #Jumblr #Jewblr #Oklahoma #Personal #2023

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 1 year

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Dangerous Ideas.

Hey...I’m here...

Mondo!

*Mondo enters the Future Foundation Branch Chief room. As soon as he comes in, Taka cups his face and kisses his cheek.

Are you ok!?

Yeah...took a hit, but I needed a bit. I’m fine now though.

Also, I’m grateful, but ain’t we gotta retain professional behavior at work?

A-Ah, right...my apologies.

*After assembling the remaining Foundation members , Chihiro steps up front and addresses his audience.

Thanks for coming on such short notice.

So...how are things looking?

Let me guess. Not good.

What matters most right now is that there were no real casualties. But...yes, things aren’t exactly good.

I worked with the investigating team and discovered some things.

It turns out, just as some of us suspected, the blackout we experienced previously was not a result of Uchui’s machine malfunctioning. He was indeed testing an EMP to deactivate the security in Komaeda’s cell, and free him.

So the package that Zetsubou asked for...was Nagito Komaeda himself...

And the trial really was a big setup to allow Nagito to escape...DAMMIT, that kid REALLY got us!

I don’t get it. Komaeda admitted himself that Zetsubou had chipped him with a suicide chip or...whatever. If they don’t trust him enough to y'know...NOT do that, why do they want him back?

I imagine it’s the same reason why they still kept Seiko and Kanata Inori alive. They aren’t done making Ultimate Hope’s yet.

However, Nagito is their only living sample left, and he is a large part of why they’ve succeeded up until now. There are multiple reasons to want to get him back.

Personally, I’m very nervous now...More nervous than ever before.

Why is that?

This whole situation was clearly an induction for Uchui into the Organization. If he brings Nagito back to Shirogane, then she’ll allow him to join her ranks and enter their base.

At least, that’s what I gathered based on what Uchui was saying.

Which means...Zetsubou now have someone with knowledge of how the Ultimate Hope transformation works and...if Uchui gets his hand on the serum, he might be able to duplicate it...

No, I’m positive he’d be able to duplicate it. He boasted a lot of confidence, which he wouldn’t have done if he didn’t know what he was doing. Zetsubou have a limited amount of that serum left, but if Uchui got his hands on it...

An army of Ultimate Hope’s and superpowered enemies...would be right around the corner.

DAMMIT!

*Mondo slams the desk.

Ow...!

Easy, easy!

How did Uchui Kamukura even achieve this!? He’s not a member of Future Foundation, so how could he have gotten the authority to enter Nagito Komaeda’s cell block!?

He didn’t.

What?

I said he didn’t. Uchui never set foot into Nagito’s cell block. He got the EMP to him a different way. And that way also explains why we never found the EMP on Nagito’s person.

It’s because it was in his stomach.

It was WHAT!?

Uchui got to Nagito’s food supply. The EMP he used was so tiny, he hid it in Nagito’s breakfast for yesterday morning. Nagito ATE the EMP, and then it activated on it’s own, which broke him out.

Jesus! That’s very...! Ngh...clever...!

Taichi, I told you not to be impressed with our enemies schemes!

Sorry, I can’t help it! It’s just a simple fact that Uchui outsmarted every single one of us! We never even SUSPECTED him!

Kegh...!

The mood is at an all time low...What are we to do?

...I don’t think it’s too late just yet.

*Everyone turns to Nekomaru.

This is just my gut talking to me, but if I were the enemy of the Future Foundation, I’d wanna put my secret base as far away as reasonably possible from them.

So, if I'm guessing right, it’ll take a while for Uchui and Nagito to get to wherever Zetsubou’s HQ is. ESPECIALLY if Nagito is still injured from the gunshot.

Nekomaru Nidai...Are you suggesting that we...intercept them?

Yeah! We catch them BEFORE they can go to wherever the hell Zetsubou’s base it!

Why don’t we just go all the way and follow them to Zetsubou’s base?

Even if that works, we’d be walking right into enemy territory. We aren’t in any position to fight Zetsubou given how understaffed we are.

Ain’t it worth a go though!?

Well, ok, be my guest! Go on! Go catch up to them! I’m sure you’d be able to find them all by yourself!

...You don’t gotta be so sarcastic...!

Then don’t be a fucking idiot!

Chihiro! Language.

Sorry, I’m just...stressed...

I can tell...

Oh come on, don’t give me that look. I swear SOMETIMES.

No, you really don’t. We’ve had this discussion before.

Oh, WHATEVER! Point is, tracking those two is going to be easier said than done, much less catching up to them.

And think about it, even if we DID catch up to them...What would we DO!?

Even if he’s injured, Nagito Komaeda has the power to take us ALL out instantaneously! He already took on the Novoselic Army and the King and Queen by himself!

Even if we catch him, what then!? What’s stopping a repeat of what happened yesterday!?

I...Uh...

Sadly, Taichi has a point. Without any reasonable way to stop him...Our options are numbered.

...

???: Um...Excuse me.

???: Hey! Coming through!

Huh?

*Everyone’s attention turns towards the door.

Soldier: Hey, what are you doing!? You can’t just

???: Sorry! Really, please!

*Everyone’s attention turns to the doorway, which suddenly comes flying open.

‘Sup!

Miu, for crying out loud...! You can’t just burst in while they’re having a meeting! AAGH...

This is more important that whatever THEY’VE gotta be talking about!

Um...hello...You’re...Iruma, right?

Yep. That’s me. Pretty infamous by this point I would imagine.

And...K1-B0?

Just call me Keebo sir.

Wait, what are you two doing here!? Aren’t you supposed to be in London?

We just landed. There was an emergency, and we require Miu’s old lab here.

We also have an assignment from Shuichi.

Shuichi Saihara got the message about the traitor then?

That he did. Miu and myself were returning to fix a part of me that’s broken, since we didn’t have the gear required. However, at the same time, we were hoping to speak to Uchui.

We have some questions for him in regards to his involvement in our arrival here. Would it be possible to get an audience with him?

Ah...

Uh...

Well...

Krgh...

Ngh...

Eh...

*sigh*

...

Your timing is very unfortunate young ones. Allow me to catch you up.

*Sakura explains everything to Miu and Keebo.

HE ESCAPED!?

Regrettably...yes...AND he’s got Nagito Komaeda with him.

Uchui set a trap for us and we all fell for it. His trial yesterday was part of that trap.

God dammit! Of all the inconvenient things!

Yeah, I’m struggling to believe this!

We’re sorry. We let you down.

Well, why don’t you just go after him? He can’t have gotten far!

That’s what I was saying!

Yes, but it runs too many risks. We have no way of dealing with Nagito Komaeda, even if he is injured!

Only one person can actually put that miscreant in his place! Izuru! And he’s about as cooperative as a hungry toddler in a cinema!

Plus, we can’t really take Izuru out of hiding...

...!

...

Hm...Miu...

What?

*Keebo taps Miu on the shoulder. She leans in and he whispers something to her.

WHAT!?

!!?

What!? What’s wrong now!?

Forgive me for interjecting in your meeting, but...

Miu and I might have a solution to this problem.

Shut up Keebo, you know we can’t do it!

We don’t have a choice! It’s the only thing that could work right now!

SLOW DOWN, BOTH OF YOU! What are you talking about!?

I...Uh...

Go on. Explain it to them.

...I...

Miu...Any help we can get would be great. If you have a plan to stop Nagito and Uchui, then please, explain it.

...

...Fine...I admit, we might have...something...

After the incident with the tower, I was assigned to parole to basically undo everything I had done there. That included rebuilding and regenerating the reactor, after I used up all the juice to stop Mii-Yu from going haywire.

I admit...When my parole was over I...took some of the reactors energy with me back home. To study it; see if I could use it in any inventions in the future.

Using that energy, I...started developing some upgrades for Keebo, to help us combat Zetsubou. It really would come down to Keebo himself and the decisions he makes, but...well...

Miu calculated that if she attached the upgrades to me, and powered me and them up with the energy from the reactor...

The power that I would receive combatively would put me on par with Hajime Hinata!

What...!?

Hey...Nekomaru...Nagito is the same level of strength as Hajime, right?

Actually, I think Hajime’s stronger. That’s what Izuru said at least.

Even if Keebo doesn’t achieve Hajime’s level of strength, it will get him fairly close! In that case...

It might be enough to take Nagito down!

I’m serious. The energy supply is THAT strong.

Well...Why the fuck didn’t you just say that immediately!?

Because it’s too risky!

I haven’t had time to work out the kinks yet, and it’s not like we’ve had time to run a proper test! I put the project on hold when we went to camp, and then Zetsubou attacked us!

Normally, I’m the kind of person who’ll do it, no balls. Even if I fail, it’s a learning experience, right?

Well, it’s different when people’s lives are on the line! If I don’t apply this exactly right, or if the level of power isn’t as great as I think it is...Keebo...he...

Might die?

...

Yes! I don’t care if it is the best option, I’m not doing it if you don’t come back alive!

In that case...I’m with Miu on this one. We haven’t suffered any casualties with Nagito so far. I am NOT about to start making sacrifices.

But sir-!

But...he’s a robot. Couldn’t you just rebuild-

*CRUNCH!*

GAAAHAAGH!

*Miaya runs over Munakata’s foot with her wheelchair.

We appreciate your honesty Miu. You care about Keebo a lot. If you didn’t, what happened at the Tower wouldn’t have happened in the first place.

So...Your reluctance is reasonable.

Thank you Miaya...

With that said...If you truly wish to show that you care...

Why don’t you consider HIS feelings on the matter?

Huh?

Keebo. Even if it risks your life, would you be willing to fight against Nagito?

He’s the most dangerous opponent the Foundation have ever faced before...and you’ll be fighting him alone for the most part.

...I have absolutely no qualms. If I can do it, I will!

Keebo!

Like Munakata said Miu. You and Mona can just fix me if I break. Miu, I have the power to stop him! I CAN’T NOT use it!

I don’t intend to die...but I am currently the only one who can stop Nagito and Uchui before we lose them forever. And since we have no other option, I’m willing to take the risk.

So after you fix my broken endoskeleton, let’s do it! You have everything you need here at the Foundation, and time is running out!

...

Miu...Forgive me if this sounds rude, but this isn’t all about you!

And we don’t stop Uchui and Nagito now, more lives than mine will be on the line!

Ugh, FINE!

*Miu leans her head into Keebo’s chest.

Fine...! I get it, ok?

...

*Keebo hugs her. After a few moments, Miu stands up straight and looks determinedly at the Future Foundation.

We’re in.

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enbeemagical · 2 years

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I like to periodically expose myself to things I very strongly disagree with. It's good for the brain, I think, to give it things to read and listen to that aren't all Unproblematic and Good and Agreeable. Especially if you can articulate what you don't like about it and why, it makes you come up with arguments and reasons and stuff. So sometimes I'll read the thing multiple times! In a row! And then I get annoyed and feel like a cat with a bottlebrush tail and ploofy fur, but (usually) in a good way kind of???

Anyways so this habit means I know which radio channel is the one with the preachy Christians who believe everyone should convert to Christianity and marriage is between a (cis) man and a (cis) woman and all that. Sometimes I listen to them and argue with the preachy guys even tho they can't hear me.

Yesterday, I felt like listening to that channel, so I turned it on and you know what I found out? Sometimes they put Messianics on that radio channel.

"What are Messianics, Bee?" you might ask.

Messiancs are Christians who call themselves Jewish. They claim to be Jewish, they celebrate Jewish holidays and at least some of them keep kosher. However, they believe that Jesus was the Messiah (hence "Messiancs"). Jews do not believe Jesus was the Messiah, he was just Some Dude, which led to 15 year old me being very confused when she learned about Messianics. "Isn't that like a very big difference between Christians and Jews??" fifteen-year-old Bee thought. "Aren't Messianic Jews basically Christians then??"

(spoiler alert: I was right)

Turns out all the *actual* Jews agree that Messianics should Cut That The Fuck Out! Which is kinda rare, y'know, the part about all/the vast majority of Jewish people agreeing on something? That we all agree on this is because Messianics are not actually Jewish and should really stop playacting at being Jewish. It's not some hat you can try on, it's a religion and a culture and if you want to convert then sure but you gotta actually convert, you can't just stick a menorah on your Christmas tree and call it Hanukkah. THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS.

Anyways this is a lot of words to say that I'm more annoyed than usual at Messianics because I had them preaching at me and talking about "the Jewish Jesus" and then one of them's on Spotify singing Hebrew prayers which they should Not be doing aaaaaargh

Also because I have now written the word "Messianic" a frankly unreasonable number of times and it is late and I keep forgetting the last 'i'.

#rant below the cut #cw vent #kind of #cw religion #ask to tag

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jaderimehardt · 2 months

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So, Cali is in the middle of another storm, yay me~ 🙃. Tomorrow I get to go out in it because I have appts and errands. We're in the middle of a flood watch with wind advisory and potential power outages atm. Nothing new, I guess? 😅

Yesterday I had my bedroom window open listening to the deluge of rain, because I actually love the rain. For the longest time, Cali was in a draught and I wished for nothing more than rain. I can't help but feel that phrase "be careful what you wish for" is coming back to haunt me.

I'm sure it'll be okay. It's global warming, surely. Everything's out of whack. Just gotta hang in there until the next season's crazy weather, and then the next, and the next.

I've also been watching lots more vids on Youtube (to no one's surprise), but from all the things I like; ranging from culinary, to Myer Briggs, to art, to science, to resin... man I miss working on resin.

I keep checking the weather forecast and I need 70+ degree weather to come back (to work on resin) but I also really don't want warm weather back, lol 🫠. So conflicted.

And then I remember I still have a ton of things I can work on with graphics- on the computer and on mediums. I just seem to mentally skip over that. It's like I need a huge checklist or sign right in front of my face. Even if I'm watching vids most of the day, when I get free time to actually sit and do something- I give that time to something else- I prioritize something else. I don't know what it is. Or why that is.

When I work on resin, I'll literally wake up in the morning, go out into the garage first thing, won't come back inside until it's like 1am or 2am. I'm out there all. day. long.

It's like an escape.

I think there's a disconnect with other things when I compare it to that. Because when I find an attachment to projects, I don't pry away. It's almost impossible to pry me away.

🤔

Another thing I've been doing lately is watching movies in the evening. Some new, some old. But I'll put them on with a sketch book in front of me, and doodle.

For the record, doodling is different from working on an actual project (for me at least).

Y'know, two weeks ago, I had never seen any of the DC-verse movies made by Zack Snyder. Today I can say I've seen them all, lol. I've grown especially fond of his Batman, Superman, and Aquaman 💘. (I like the Green Lantern too but I can't tell if he's part of his DC-verse or not? Like... he should be but... ??? 🤷🏻‍♀️. And I like Doctor Fate but... 🤐)

I've always grown up a big Batman fangirl so it was interesting to see another new take on Batman. I like this version a lot- my favorite tbh. But to each their own. I know people cling to their nostalgia, faves and biases.

I replay a lot of the marvel movies too because I also love the marvel-verse. But I'm also the type that replays a lot of Disney movies and anime 🙃

The next Aquaman should be available to watch on Amazon Prime and Max next month. I've yet to see that and I want to~

I'm also still trying to figure out what graphic to make for that puzzle. Thinking some kind of scenery with focus on ~something~. I might actually pull some places from a book I once was writing back in college (that I never finished). It might be time to revisit that.

My skills in drawing scenery though... 🫠. Yeah, this will be a fun challenge /sarcasm. Let's just reference all the trees and foliage necessary to get this task done 😶

Because, I mean, it's still all here in my head. I just never followed through with writing the whole thing.

I was like 170 pages in at 8pt font or some nonsense, and not even halfway done with the book. That's why I stopped, lol. It would have had to be chopped up into multiple books with multiple "climatic" endings 🤷🏻‍♀️. It put me in a position of "I dunno what the heck to do" and we see how well that went 🙃

That turned into "I'll come back to it later" and "later" turned into months, months into years, and years into indefinitely, and indefinitely to..... I think about it occasionally. It's in a folder in my bookcase where the last time I looked at it was years ago.

I still use my OCs in a lot of things though.

And if anyone is curious why my blog posts tend to lean more on the ramble-y side:

youtube

This is one of the handful of vids I watched today. When watching it, it was kind of like a lightbulb 💡; I was like "Oh! This explains a lot."

He has good Myer Briggs vids /nods (I'm an INFJ -t)

Edit: Oh, my god. Let me edit in this tweet I just found on Twitter.

It's a visual chart for pencils and this is awesome.

Marcel aka Draw Like a Sir, on Youtube, has a video that I'm pretty sure I've linked in a previous post- about how the B pencils are not easy to erase, but they're great if you're "coloring" or "filling" with them. Use the others for sketching, as they erase better. Always remember to sketch lightly, so your eraser will have an easier time to erase.

I think the vid was called "5 worst mistakes" or something 🤔

#jade.blog #Youtube

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mochikeiji · 3 years

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Looking Like U Got Me

Request: "Prompt no. 56 and 55 for Gojo ＼(^o^)／"

55. "You look like my husband/wife"

56. "Keep doing that and I'll marry you faster"

↠ Pairing: Gojou Satoru x Reader

↠ Warning: none! Simply fluff

↬ Word Count: 1.7k

↠ a/n: i accidentally mixed up prompts 55 and 57 ;-; but still hoping this turns out good!!

↳ from Go! Go! Gogatsu Event!

All he wanted was to wake up in bed, next to you— who would cuddle deeper in his arms even in slumber so he'd smother you with his kisses and tighten his hold around you and drift back to sleep longer, finally free of responsibilities for once and enjoy quality time with his only favorite person. But instead he wakes up with a groan passing through his lips, supporting his back side with his hand while shuffling to his side in a different position as the light sun rays shun through the window blinds, softly fanning his eye and forehead.

Gojo chuckles a bit before wincing. His lower back so tensed that he feels himself get older by the day. Pouting at the empty space next to him, he palms the cold sheet in wonder of where you are. Up so early in the morning when you could've just stayed in for him. How annoying. His eyes shut for moment when the scent coming from outside the room intruded his senses. Ah, you must be cooking breakfast. How sweet of you.

Thank goodness it wasn't another batch of dried crackers or cup of noodles that'll enter his mouth. He was never one to cook meals when he was on solo or when you weren't around. The very thought of not only the meal was awaiting for him outside, but also you excites him that it made him feel tingly inside. Call it dramatic, yeah, but it's not every day someone gets to wake up and immediately feel this full of love in the morning. You were the only and last love he's ever wanted to have in this world. It was so surreal even to him.

Sighing before pushing himself up, Gojo yawns out the remains of drowsiness in his system and stands. He didn't bother wearing a shirt since last night, claiming that he misses how his body rubs off yours in both comforting and suggestive ways. Plus it was just you and him home, he'd rather walk naked than wear the usual long sleeved uniform on a warm day.

The scent of coffee got stronger as he closes in his journey towards the kitchen. There was faint sizzling coming from the pan as you stood there in attendance. Stuck in your own little world, swaying to the sound of the radio playing, U got Me by Yung Heazy. It was one of the few songs that reminded you of Gojo back when you were both high schoolers. The exact song you remembered playing when you both hung out on a small cafe in Tokyo. Where he was so flustered, attempted to hide his blushes with his round glasses. The little things that reminded you of that memory never fails to make your heart race.

Of course Gojo knows this one as well. Because it was on that date as well he had call you, "his" after masking his embarrassment and from obviously checking you out every minute. How could he contain himself? He was a young man who was having trouble in the arts of love. Nevertheless he was glad to have grown up from those years. If his younger self could see him now, he'd be gagging at the sight of a softer version of his older self.

Snaking his arms around your torso carefully to avoid surprising you, he places his chin above your shoulder. Salivating at the sight of thick bacon in deep frying, shamelessly letting you know he was hungry from the sound of his stomach growling. "This is a nice way to greet me." you smile at the man behind you, who had his eyes closed in delight while rubbing his cheek against yours like a cat in need of attention. "Good morning to you as well, sweet cheeks." he says after pressing a kiss on your skin.

"You got up early." whining softly, his hair and nose tickling the side of your neck and shoulder, "I was hoping to stay longer y'know?" trailing his hands underneath the his shirt you were wearing, mapping out on all the skin he could squish and hold with his large palms. Noticeably pressing himself closer to your body, the much needed space gone but you weren't complaining. After all, this was Gojo, a man who knows no boundaries.

"I wanted to make breakfast for you. We haven't had one together since we're both busy." you say as you grabbed the nearby plate, turning off the stove as the now cooked meal sizzles softly from the pan before sliding down to the porcelain surface. In attempt to lick his lips at the now prepared food, his tongue grazes upon your skin, sending you to jolt a bit, hearing the joyous laughter from him as he places a kiss on the spot as an apology.

"W-why don't you go sit down, there's rice bowls and cooked eggs prepared already." stammering, you quickly excused yourself away from his embrace to clean out the mess from the counter. Gojo sighs out the adoration but obliges to your command. Not long after you had finally settled down in front of him. Seeing him in all smiles as he scarfs down on his food made you smile as well. Thank goodness his blindfold was off, they looked adorable twinkling in happiness.

This felt nice. To have an opportunity to be a normal couple once again. So many times you could only daydream of scenarios like this. He could say the same as now that you were present on the usual spot he'd come home to empty. Often dozing off during meetings thinking of where you were or how you were, the multiple times Megumi has fed up with his whining about how he never gets to see or have more time with you. Nobara even pointed out a fact saying, "You act as if you're both married." and Yuuji, being the happy child of the three had said something that always ponder in his mind, "Why don't you marry each other yet, sensei?"

It was a statement he's been considering for a long time. Marriage. Of course Gojo wanted to marry you after years of torment love. To have his precious students say that you both already looked as if you were married got him all heart racing, and very very happy. He's had vivid images of a life with you. Not far from what it is today, but imagine. Unlimited happiness after so long of fearing it. Perhaps maybe even tiny legs running around, giving him such big love as his grows for the family he's craved, watching you smile beside the doorway and calling them in for a meal.

If marrying you means he can have that every day, then the hell with it.

"You look like my wife."

The spoon drop echoes. Slowly his face erupted into a faint blush while staring back at your widened eyes and opened mouth. "What?" gulping down the stuck food in your throat, Gojo bites his lips watching you maintain your composure. So cute. "Y-you know you say funny stuff when you're out of it. Maybe some daifuku would help? Yeah! Wait a sec." quickly getting up from your seat and rummaging in your fridge, you breathed out the heavy puff of air from your lungs.

He did not just say that so directly towards you. Maybe you were dreaming? You wouldn't be if your heart wasn't practically being forced out. Gojo is always fun and games, right? He doesn't mean that.

Sad to think of it that way.

"Ow!" thumping your head above the fridge as you grabbed some of the take outs of Daifuku you got yesterday, closing the fridge back before returning shortly to Gojo, who seemed as out of it as you were. "You did say your brain functions best when you eat sweets. Luckily for you I bought these yesterday. That's why I cooked earlier now because I wanted to try it out with you!"

Gojo can't tell if he wants to be offended at the fact that you think he was joking or just now, cover his half of his face to hide his laughter and igniting squeals. God he wished he had his phone right now, the moment was just so priceless and precious as you were.

"...ter"

Muffles from behind his hand was heard. Tilting your head to the side, trying to process what he said but no avail. "What was that?" you moved a little closer next to him, tapping his hand away almost eagerly. When he does, you spot that knowing smile present on his lips and the uncharacteristic blush still painted on his cheeks.

"Keep doing that and I'll marry you faster, honey."

You've gotten more shy when his hand held yours in the most loving way while drawing patterns. Searching through his eyes if he was playing around, but you were met with ones you know of when they were full of sincerity. "I-i. You know, they were so cheap anyways and I figured you'd want them." he snorts before leaning his head on your arm and laughs hysterically. It was painfully obvious that you were in state of shock that you couldn't even process his words.

Up until now the effect he has on you was still there like before.

"Sweetie." he turns his body away from the table to face you, pulling you so that you were standing in between his legs looking down shyly on the floor. "I'm serious." his fingers reached for your chin to pull your head up to meet his features. His other hand still holding your smaller one; index finger tracing your ring finger in circular motions as if he was creating a make believe ring.

He should thank himself for falling in love and be trusting once again.

Because now, staring back at your eyes filled with the same amount of emotions as his. Reciprocating the exact thing he was feeling. Waking up just to start the day already wanting him to be there. Knowing all the littlest things he's shared. Hearing the erratic sound of both of your heart beats.

He knew he's made the right choice.

"You really do look like my wife. My future."

#gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo satoru x reader #gojo scenarios #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo imagine #gojou satoru #gojou satoru x reader #gojou x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #raines: gogatsu event

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nightferns · 3 years

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The Third Variant to the SootCraft Fundy and Wilbur family drama that Maybe Accidentally Started it

So yesterday me and @bigbraveboop came to the conclusion that C!fundy had an arc in early early L'manburg that we were kinda unaware of. And it cracks the case of... how the family drama started. And also is why is this exists

C!Tommy was the catalyst of the c!Fundy | c!Wilbur family drama in S1 and i promise i have proof

all /rp

So what does Fundy repeatedly say is his biggest gripe with Wilbur currently and multiple times after his death? Well:

“You were there for me for a very very long time and then when i needed you the most, you skedaddled fuck the out of my life and died. Because of what? L’manberg’s causes, huh? You thought that was- You thought that was justice? You thought that was good for me? You left me, man.’

“The dad that- my dad that exploded himself for the sake of a country, just for that country to be demolished in future hands?-"

“He put me to priority number 2, man. He put me in the second place.”

So its about L’manburg being more important than him to Wilbur.

Now lets dig deep, where did that insecurity start? Why did Fundy arrive at this conclusion? Why did he feel like this in the first place about his position in L’manburg and his Father?

We kinda assume it was always there or was because of Wilbur actually prioritizing L’manburg over his son/being negectfull. But no! Fundy was very confident in his realtionship with Wilbur and his position in L’manburg at the Start and we see tha change so!

I want to argue that this insecurity... didn't come from Wilbur or any of his actions or lack thereof. Not directly.

“Wilbur? I dunno, Wilbur’s a man of chaos, alright- due to the lore of the server, Wilbur may or may not have been the father of our nation, but- that doesn’t mean he’s for everything I do. That doesn’t mean he stands behind me, alright? Not necessarily...not necessarily.”

This is the first instance of Fundy doubting his connection to Wilbur helping things, i'd argue it still was a part of a lighhearted bit that isn’t to be taken too seriously in the context of the larger story but i realized something that made me change my mind, i mean it is still a lighthearted bit but it connects to a certain quote from uncle Innit:

“What would father think?”

And then that got me thinking and:

Part 1 aka Early L'manburg Fundy had different feelings towards Wilbur than Civil War Fundy

So how did Fundy act towars Wilbur early on?

Fundy: "Don't speak to me ma- hey that's fucked up don't talk about that. That's-"

Tommy: "Listen Th- you gotta kn- you gotta know you don't speak to the boss's son like that. Nevermind about- about the boss's wife to the boss's son in front of the boss's right hand man! You really gotta- You really gotta read the room Thunder."

Fundy: "Yea you don't. You don't."

JM: "fine ok let him do what he wants to do, i just don't wanna hear about it [..]"

Tommy: "Listen to me Fundy- Listen to me Fundy- he didn't mean that- he's just a bold man- he had- he had a little-"

Fundy [turning to JM]: "I will tell on you."

Tommy: " NO no no no Fundy- Fundy He had a little flirt with Dream- he had a little flirt with dream, he's- he's a- he's really new, he's learing his boundaries, he's over stepped them, alright, listen, but you don't have to tell Will, you don't have to tell no-one. "

[To JM] "Thunder you need to to calm your fucking- holy shit."

"-Please, please give him a rest."

JM: "no i- im sorry, im sorry, i'm sorry Fundy"

Fundy: 'I don't want this behavior again, alright."

JM: "no i wont- i wont-"

Fundy: 'Don't talk to my Dad OR my salmon Mother like that ever again, i will tell on you, keep it in mind. I have privilege to speak up against-"

JM: "i understand."

I will come back to the i have a privilege line later but first, from this we see Fundy being confident that Wilbur would take his side because he is his son. He is the “i will tell my parents about this” kid, alongside that he doesn’t feel like he has no imput in decisions, he doesnt feel insecure here he is in the position of power.

So again when did it appear?

Well,

Fundy: “I may or may not have scammed a bunch of people, including all of L’manburg people, um…”

Tommy: “You scammed L’manburg members?!”

Fundy: “But here’s the thing – I’m willing to pay you a part of the profit if you help me out here!”

Tommy: “Fundy…okay, can I tell you what’s happened from my point of view? The son of the President has gone around scamming the other presidential members, and as the Vice President whilst the President’s not on, this is my duty to make sure that this doesn’t pull apart L’manburg. And what you’re saying – what you’ve essentially just said is, ‘hey, can I bribe you?’“

Fundy: “…Can I?”

Tommy: “Jesus Christ…No, okay, we need to settle this now, ‘cause I mean if this happens on my turf, I’m gonna fucking take the blame from this from Wilbur, alright…so listen, Fundy, under no circumstances can you bribe anyone!”

Fundy: “I got two Netherite scraps?”

Tommy: “Okay, okay – explain to me what’s happened, please.”

[Fundy explains the conflict]

Tommy: “What would father think?”

Fundy: “Well, he always – he always sides…by me…obviously.”

Tommy: “Would he though? I mean, you’ve gone against the other members of the nation he fought to build.”

Fundy: “Well only because my loot has been stolen! Alright?”

Tommy: “This sounds petty, Fundy.”

Fundy: “Okay, okay, I can word this differently in my favor.”

Tommy: “No, okay, no – you’re not meant to say that out loud! Okay, I’m gonna ask Tubbo what’s happened, and then from there on we’ll – but please do not do any – we can’t have L’manburg falling out over this, alright?”

So here we see Fundy the president’s son being put in comparison to L’manburg the nation the president built for what Wilbur would prioritize for the first time, and Tommy sows the seeds that maybe L’manburg matters more to Wilbur than him, that Wilbur would choose the nation. this is also first time Fundy has been sort of excluded from the Whole of L’manburg.

and we see Tommy’s words affect Fundy,

Fundy: “We gotta list everyone who’s against me:”

“I killed Tubbo twice, I stole his bow. Tubbo’s probably against me.”

“Tommy has always been against me from the start.”

“Sapnap is against me because I killed his animals and stole them.”

“Punz is against me ‘cause I stole his bees.”

“Eret is against me ‘cause I went after Karl.”

“Karl’s against me ‘cause -- I just realized I’ve made a lot of enemies...I just realized I don’t have many -- I don’t have many allies on the server. There’s not many allies.”

“Who’s neutral? Niki! Niki is with me! Niki is friendly.”

“Wilbur? I dunno, Wilbur’s a man of chaos, alright...due to the lore of the server, Wilbur may or may not have been the father of our nation, but...that doesn’t mean he’s for everything I do. That doesn’t mean he stands behind me, alright? Not necessarily...not necessarily.”

“Quackity? Quackity’s definitely not -- no, listen, Quackity’s definitely not for me, okay. I called him a whore. There’s definitely -- there’s definitely many things Quackity has against me.”

so here is my argument... Fundy’s insecurity started with Tommy.

Part 2 Development Of Those Feelings (Uncle Tommy you’re not Helping)

Fundy, growing disillusioned with Wilbur and L’manburg, lead to this one coversation between Fundy and Wilbur,

Wilbur: Well the uh- the ballot entries have closed now.

Fundy: Who's in it?

Wilbur: Well it originally was just gonna be me and Tommy, me and Tommy tired to do it so- tried to do it so we will be the only ones running, then suddenly out of nowhere Quackity joins and enters himself on the ballot-

Fundy: Ok.

Wilbur: -so it's me and Tommy against Quackity and someone else.

Fundy: Who's someone else?

Wilbur: We don't know yet, he hasn't announced,

Fundy: Wait then- oh, so it's just a random… sneaky person who put himself in the ballot not announced who he is.

Wilbur: yeah, yeah. I mean if you wanna try and convince Quackity that you wanna run against your father.

Fundy: Yeah ok.

Wilbur: Wait, you- you wouldn't though.

Fundy: What if i win? What are- what are you gonna do?

Wilbur: Well then you'd be Vice President.

Fundy: but-What if i win?

Wilbur: Why do you want power in L'manburg so much?

Fundy: Why do you want power?

Wilbur: Because- i led the revolution, i'm your… i'm your president.

Fundy: That's history.

Wilbur: Wh- d- Do you not think i- i'm suitable to run for president?

Fundy: I think you are, but i think I am as well.

Wilbur: I don't know man. I don't- i think- i think you- i think you'd be s- i think you'd be getting into a fight you wouldn't want to start with me. You've only been on the positive side of me, you've only seen my nice side, because y'know? being my son you get- you get special- y'know? You won't ever see me going against you.

Fundy: Wait so you're a biased person going for presidency.

Wilbur: Biased to my son? Yes. But, if you're gonna run against me then i'm changing, i'll- i'll go guns blazing.

Fundy: I'll have a word with Quackity.

Wilbur: Fundy i… i've got- i've got- i've got a bad feeling about this. I think you're just gonna… you're just gonna get hurt.

Fundy: That will happen-

Wilbur: Fundy yeah- Yeah someone in my chat just pointed out, Fundy you started the civil war.

Niki: I mean technically Sapnap started the civil war.

Fundy: I mean- i mean technically- Yeah y' know, technically- and i'm gonna win it! It's fine! I mean what does he have on me, really?

Wilbur: I thought it was you fighting Tubbo?

Fundy: what?

Wilbur: I thought civil war was you and Tubbo?

Fundy: No, Tubbo's just a prick.

Wilbur: Sapnap's not even- not even part of L’manburg how is it a civil war?

Fundy: I don't know you brought it up!

Wilbur: Tommy told me- Tommy told me it was Tubbo and Fundy.

Fundy: Yeah no Tommy is a little bit delusional.

Wilbur: I think i've spoiled you.

Fundy: How?

Wilbur: I think you need to learn some manners.

Fundy: I dunno- power seems nice.

Wilbur: Fine, you can run against me, it won't end well for you but you can give it a go.

Fundy: Like i said i'll- i'll have a word with Quackity i'll think of my actions, see what will happen, i'm not saying necessarily that i'll go against you, then again i'm not standing beside you because you may or may not be the father of L'manburg

Wilbur: And you! The father of you!

Fundy: That's irrelevant. To-

Wilbur: No it's not irrelevant! It's very relevant to this!

Fundy: I don't- i don't think that's relevant to presidency

I’ll talk over Wilburs pov here in a little bit but focusing on Fundy,

He wants to run, other than everything we established before here Fundy wants to run to prove himself to himself, and we see the other part of this conflict more internally is,

(“[..] may or may not be the father of L'manburg- “ , “ That's irrelevant.” )

Well, here is the insecurity about Wilbur choosing L’manburg (here his position as president) over Fundy, the being second place to L’manburg part matters here becasue i think this is where Wilbur and Fundy fundamentally clash, so Fundy doesn’t want for it to matter to Wilbur, he doesn’t want for his position as son to have any influence over Wilbur here beacuse of this fear that that’s why he may be in the second place.

now let’s move on to,

Uncle Tommy ‘helps’

Fundy: “I’m wearing glasses…are you making fun of my eyesight?!”

Tommy: “Yes.”

Sapnap: “Your father would be very disappointed.”

Fundy: “Wh – disappointed for wearing glasses?!”

Tommy: “You got glasses, like what are you wearing…”

Fundy: “What do you mean?”

Tommy: “Sapnap, Sapnap, over here. Fundy, Fundy, Fundy, I’m really sorry to say this – I’m just here to publicly denounce you.”

Fundy: “…What?”

Tommy: “I just, I – yeah. You’re stinky, you’re shitty, the fur that’s sewn onto your skin, I look at it and I go (retching sounds) And whilst you’re a lovely guy, you’re actually not, you’re really…and all the viewers are like ‘oh no!’ But they can’t smell you. I can! Holy shit, you know? I mean you know, Sapnap…”

Fundy: “I showered two hours before the stream…”

Tommy: “I know, and that’s what makes it so remarkable, how you smell that terrible.”

Fundy: “I used coconut oil…it smells good…”

…

Tommy: “Fundy, I’m just here to kinda let you know that I – if you weren’t Wilbur’s son, you would be out of L’manburg, alright? Just remember – you need to keep that relationship with your father. I saw how asshole-y and bratty you were acting in the courtroom the other night. You need to pull your shit together young man.”

Fundy: “Being neutral is – is asshole?”

Tommy: “Yes. Come with me, Sapnap. Yeah, I’ve denounced you – well no no no, you were challenging him. You were challenging him.”

Fundy: “Denounced to what?”

Tommy: “I just – it’s just a formal way of saying you suck.”

(Tommy and Sapnap leave)

Fundy: “…They are mean…They are mean! Why are they so mean? That is so mean…”

Fundy: “Listen, it is one thing making fun of a person’s appearance…it is one thing making fun of a person’s blindness, but hey – don’t fucking make fun of my coconut oil! Listen dude…that shit smells tasty! That smells good! Man…that’s…god…coconut oil, man…dude.“

…

Fundy: “TNT their houses? That will just prove their point, chat. That will just prove their point. That will just prove their point…they’re just mean. They’re so mean. But it is okay, chat. It is okay. The reason why it’s okay…that’s actually true. Why is he talking to the enemy? Wait…wait a minute. Wait a minute! So let me get the story straight real quick.”

“Chat…just hold up a second here! Hold on a second! So Tommy is demoting me, right? And he’s saying you’re only in L’manburg because of Wil. So Tommy says…in theory, he would kick me out if he had the chance. But considering that, while he’s together with Sapnap…it leads me to believe…Tommy wants to destroy L’manburg!”

“Why would he do that? Why would he team up with Sapnap? He had no correlation with this conversation at all. What was the reason for that?”

“…Do we have another traitor in our midst?”

…

Fundy: “Listen, Tommy, here’s a really interesting theory, alright…here’s an interesting theory, Tommy. I got a little theory on my mind! Listen, boy, we’re part of L’manburg, you and me. Wil as well, Tubbo, all of us, alright? And we’re supposed to be a union! Now here’s the thing! Here’s the thing. If you said, due to Wilbur I’m still basically part of L’manburg – in other terms saying that if it was on your hands you would get me out of there, right, why would you excessively bring Sapnap, out of all people, for that conversation alone?”

Tommy: “Shall I explain to you? It’s because, Fundy, we fucking need votes, Fundy. We need votes! This Quack City guy, son of BadBoyHalo? He’s just – he’s just, like, oh my god. We needed votes. And listen, Fundy–”

Fundy: “You basically just lost my vote, and I feel like that’s your purpose!”

Tommy: “You’re in L’manburg! You vote for us already – you vote for your own father, don’t be an idiot!”

Fundy: “I feel like you’re trying to bring us apart, Tommy. I feel like your goals are not supportive towards L’manburg at the moment…”

Tommy: “From my perspective, Sapnap hates you, Fundy. Sapnap hates you. And if I go listen, if I had to tier list all of the members of L’manburg, Fundy would be in D tier. He needs to hear that.”

Fundy: “…Tommy, are you Eret?”

Post the court debate Fundy was more decided on running on his own,

“Honestly, I feel like everything just needs to change. Honestly, I feel like neither of the parties have done enough right to deserve leadership, to deserve presidency in the first place. I feel like a lot of shit needs to change.”

Fundy didnt want to endorse any of the parties, SWAG2020 was endorsed by Dream, and he belived POG2020 to be corrupt because of the bribing Karl situation, so he was more keen on running on his own, and then came the public denouncing situaion.

Obviously Fundy was hurt by this, especially considering Sapnap was his enemy, and Tommy’s words didnt do Fundy’s and Wilburs already shaky relationship many favours, but his behaviour both pushed Fundy futher away from the POG party, and started Fundy’s ‘traitor Tommy’ theory that he shared with Niki after which the Coconut2020 party was formed.

Part 3 Wilbur is a oblivious dumbass but it makes sense now.

now lets look at Wilburs pov of things, which means we are coming back to the privilege line,

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JM: "no i- im sorry, im sorry, i'm sorry Fundy"

Fundy: 'I don't want this behavior again, alright."

JM: "no i wont- i wont-"

Fundy: 'Don't talk to my Dad OR my salmon Mother like that ever again, i will tell on you, keep it in mind. I have privilege to speak up against-"

JM: "i understand."

So coming back to this quote, i belive Wilbur didnt realize Fundy had these doubts about thier relationship, because he was used to Fundy sharing his problems with him, and he was left kinda drifting in an ‘why is my son suddenly against me now??’

Wilbur didnt realize Fundy’s feelings about him had changed, as in Fundy no longer WOULD come to him if he had any probems, because Fundy used to come to him with problems, ("I will tell on you.") But Tommy’s first comment knocked him down and the debate and the Sapnap-Tommy situation had as well and the denouncement, (which Wilbur also knew shit about) because he was already insecure about his place in L’manburg and Wilbur. AND he wouldn't come to Wilbur like he used to because Wilbur was the point of his insecurity even if he wasnt the couse of it.

So we see Wilbur kinda be sad and confused and misstepping becasue of that,

Fundy: Wait so you're a biased person going for presidency.

Wilbur: Biased to my son? Yes. But, if you're gonna run against me then i'm changing, i'll- i'll go guns blazing.

Fundy: I'll have a word with Quackity.

Wilbur: Fundy i… i've got- i've got- i've got a bad feeling about this. I think you're just gonna… you're just gonna get hurt.

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Wilbur: Tommy told me- Tommy told me it was Tubbo and Fundy.

Fundy: Yeah no Tommy is a little bit delusional.

Wilbur: I think i've spoiled you.

Fundy: How?

Wilbur: I think you need to learn some manners.

Fundy: I dunno- power seems nice.

Wilbur: Fine, you can run against me, it won't end well for you but you can give it a go.

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Wilbur: Wait, look who’s coming, look who’s coming.

Tommy: Uh oh!

Wilbur: My son. My boy.

Tommy: Your ex-son.

Wilbur: Yeah. Well, I mean, he’s still my son in blood, but, he’s just…

Tommy: You should put him up.

Wilbur: What d’you mean, put him up? What, for adoption?

Tubbo: For adoption.

Tommy: Yeah. You should see if Big Q will adopt him.

[They discuss Fundy’s Twitch Prime cape. He runs up on stage, to the microphone, and starts punching the air. He’s not in the same vc as them.]

Wilbur: What’s he doing, what’s he doing- what is this? What is this bit? What is he doing?

Tommy: What the fuck are you- no.

Wilbur: He’s just not- he’s not- he’s really upsetting me.

Tommy: Just- just- he’s not President is he? He’s got no manners, he has no manners. No etiquette.

Wilbur: Look, he’s supposed to be my son.

[Wilbur types in chat: “fundy talk to me” and Fundy immediately leaves the game.]

Tubbo: He is trying.

Tommy: Tubbo, you’re gonna get murdered, my friend.

Wilbutr: He said, he said, “I am here for the Presidencialcy-” He just left.

Tommy: And then he- [sighs] I’m so sorry you have to deal with him.

W: I don’t- I- It’s really sad, like I… Honestly, I- when he turned around to me and he said he wasn’t gonna vote for me, and then he decided he was gonna vote for the opposition, and then he decided he was gonna run against me, that was- one of those was the straw that broke my back. I’m not sure which one- I’m still contemplating which one was the- are you listening?

[Tommy has jumped off the podium to join Tubbo in the audience.]

Tpmmy: Yeah, I’m going down to Tubbo, I just- I’m just letting you vent, Wilbur, I want you to have time to vent.

Wilbur: Yeah I just- I miss me son! I miss me son! I miss when he was my boy! Do you remember when he was my boy?

Tommy: Yeah, I’m not really good at handling… People who are emotional.

Wilbur also didn’t know anything about the denouncement situation,

Sapnap: “Will you continue to have your son banished from L’Manberg if I vote for you?”

Wilbur: “My son. My- My son. Look, we’re talking about politics here, I don’t want to talk about my family, if that’s alright. … I would like to say, thank you, Sapnap, for the question, I very much appreciate it, but I’m not gonna be fielding responses about my family situation, thank you.” (Alivebur)

*Wilbur proceeds to step off the podium and cry*

Wilbur: “Fundy...!”

Besides that fundamenatally Fundys and Wilburs views about the presidency oppose eachother,

“Tommy, I’m- I’m- I’m- I don’t know what to do, Tommy, I’ve never not been President.”

Fundy sees Wilbur and L'manburg as two separate things that he has to unfiairly contest with and for

1. for Wilbur because of his fears, for a place among L’manburg members

2. Because He wants to prove himself to himself. he needs to know what Tommy said, isn’t true/he can thrive regardless without his fathers support he can still be a great member of L’manburg and even a president

Wilbur sees himself as inherently connected trough L’manburg with everyone to the point that he thinks that without his position he cant do anything for his loved ones/ he wont be usefull. he thinks of l’manburg as something he does FOR all of them including Fundy.

“My son… My son is tearing down the walls, in front of me! My son is tearing down the walls in front of me! The walls I built to keep him safe! I promised him this world, Tommy, I promised him this world.”

----

“Fundy was the closest thing I had to something I cared about in L’Manberg, when it all began. You know, when it started, the closest thing to anything I cared about was Fundy. Fundy was my, he was my, he was my boy! My rock!”

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Ranboo: "I don't know if they actually needed me, but I was there.(about his work in the NLM cabinet)"

Wilbur:"I know that feel."

This why Fundy and Wilbur clash fundamentally here,

Wilbur: And you! The father of you!

Fundy: That's irrelevant. To-

Wilbur: No it's not irrelevant! It's very relevant to this!

Fundy: I don't- i don't think that's relevant to presidency

Part 4 Tommy WHY? (he is propably protective and and a tiny bit jealous )

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Tommy: “Hey, you know about Fundy’s little rebellious stage he’s going through?”

----

Fundy: “You basically just lost my vote, and I feel like that’s your purpose!”

Tommy: “You’re in L’manburg! You vote for us already – you vote for your own father, don’t be an idiot!”

Fundy: “I feel like you’re trying to bring us apart, Tommy. I feel like your goals are not supportive towards L’manburg at the moment…”

----

Wilbur: Wait, look who’s coming, look who’s coming.

Tommy: Uh oh!

Wilbur: My son. My boy.

Tommy: Your ex-son.

Wilbur: Yeah. Well, I mean, he’s still my son in blood, but, he’s just…

Tommy: You should put him up.

Wilbur: What d’you mean, put him up? What, for adoption?

Tubbo: For adoption

---

Wilbur: He said, he said, “I am here for the Presidencialcy-” He just left.

Tommy: And then he- [sighs] I’m so sorry you have to deal with him.

[Tommy has jumped off the podium to join Tubbo in the audience.]

Tommy: Yeah, I’m going down to Tubbo, I just- I’m just letting you vent, Wilbur, I want you to have time to vent.

Wilbur: Yeah I just- I miss me son! I miss me son! I miss when he was my boy! Do you remember when he was my boy?

Tommy: Yeah, I’m not really good at handling… People who are emotional.

Besides Tommy genuinely wanting to get more votes during the dennoucemnt situation, his seconddary motive was well, he was protective over Wilbur, he noticed that what Fundy did during the debate hurt Wilbur, and kept acting bitter towards him from then on. ( “ I saw how asshole-y and bratty you were acting in the courtroom the other night.” / And then he- [sighs] I’m so sorry you have to deal with him.” )

the he a was tiny bit jealous point IS more up in the air but we can compare this to how Tommy acted towards Ranboo just after leaving prison, when he learned of the c!beeduo marriage.

Quotes from @/kateis-cakeis, @/findingjoynweirdstuff, @/ace-enderchest and my own transcripts, thank you guys!

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iamverysmall-andihavenomoney · 3 years

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Hi I just found your account and I enjoy your writing a lot the flow of it is refreshing that’s besides the point though 😤✋I was wondering if you would write a street racing AU where Kenma and Kouroo are interested in someone from a rival group

Street Racer Rivalries

Haikyū!! Masterlist

Pairings: Street Racer! Mechanic! Kozume Kenma x Mechanic! Street Racer! Gender Neutral! Reader, Street Racer! Kuroo Tetsurō x Street Racer! Mechanic! Gender Neutral! Reader

Warnings: Street Racing AUs, Saffron shows off their lack of car knowledge, illegal street racing, rivalries, strong language, talk of racing injuries.

A/N: Hi there! Thank you, I'm glad you enjoy it! ☺️ But umm -- yes? I live for this idea (i might even make a series out of it, if anyone wants 🤷) but thank you for the request!

Kenma Kozume

He really doesn't like racing, let's be honest.

If he could, Kenma would stay in his shop all day long.

Hell, it's not like he needs the money.

He's such a well-known mechanic in the underground racing scene, he easily makes all of the money he could ever need.

His only real competition is Akaashi Keiji and someone named L/N Y/N?

Akaashi he could deal with, as Fukurōdani's group was rather well acquainted with Nekoma, hell, the held practice races all of the time.

But whoever this other up-and-coming mechanic was, was seriously pissing him off.

It wasn't that they were stealing all of his customers, he still had a lot of business.

It was that they just had to be with Karasuno.

The one group Kuroo was obsessed with besting - in everything.

Plus, who could have such a reputation for someone who'd only just joined the scene?

They, along with Karasuno's newest racers had put the group on a fast-track to the top.

They hadn't surpassed Karasuno.

Yet.

He wasn't sure why hearing your name pissed him off as much as it did.

But here he was, ranting to Kuroo as he worked on one of the group's main racing vehicles.

"Why won't Shōyō tell me anything about them either? They're so secretive about this new mechanic - all of them. Are they waiting for a fucking debut, here?"

"It took years for Nekoma to get the reputation it has, same for everyone else. Why does someone with no prior affiliation with any group, so easily surpass so many people?"

Then Kuroo worsens it by teasing Kenma.

"Are you sure this isn't just because Hinata is keeping a secret from you, for once?"

Now, it's a month later - the first big race in a while.

Lately, the cops had been far too aware of where the groups would be for anyone's comfort, so they collectively decided to lay low for a while.

And he's finally getting to see Karasuno in a big race.

He wasn't sure of everyone's official racers - but you usually weren't, until they lined themselves up.

Kenma wasn't particularly invested in the race, more here to finally see if you were all everyone talked you up to be.

"Are you really trying to 'wow' them in a tank top and coveralls?" Bokuto turns his nose up as he looks over Kenma's choice in clothing.

A black tank covered Kenma's chest, while his navy coveralls covered him from the waist-down, sleeves knotted together, around his waist to hold them up. His hands and arms are still stained dark from his work this morning and he's not quite sure on the status of his face, with the lack of looking in a mirror today. With a shrug, Kenma brings another chip to his mouth.

After a moment of silence, a scoff leaves his lips, "I'm not trying to 'wow' anyone. I'm scoping out the new competition, at most."

"I thought you said, just yesterday, they weren't worth your time?" Kuroo smirks at his smaller friend. Despite Kenma acting so peeved with your presence, he knew that it was all a front. He knew his best friend better than anyone end he could tell that his interest in you was just being covered up by feigned annoyance.

Kenma rolls his eyes, "I mean, you aren't either, but here we are."

Akaashi lets a breath escape him, before glancing over as he sees a flash of several headlights, looking over at the orange and black themed cars rolling in. "Looks like you have your chance to... Scope out your competition. Won't be long until Itachiyama and Shiratorizawa start arriving, as well."

Bokuto claps a large hand on Kenma's tattooed shoulder, making the faux-blonde cringe at the contact. "Go on, Ken! We'll catch up with you, soon!"

Kenma doesn't hesitate to step away from the other three, taking easy strides on his way over to where the vehicles were now parked, scattered around one another. The first to take notice of him, Shōyō, lights up, straightening from his position, previously leaning against the hood of his car. Though, seeing that he wasn't moving to greet Kenma, they cat-eyed male look at who he was talking to.

Finally laying eyes on the person he'd found himself 'hating' for the past few nights, any insults he had for you left him. Seeing you reclined against the hood of one of Karasuno's best cars, looking like you'd just come from the shop, much like him.

When your eyes found his, he notices that whatever you had been saying slowly faded out while you focused on him. And oversized orange and black jacket adorned your figure, keeping you away from the crisp breeze. He wondered if it was yours by the way or enveloped you, though on the arm, your last name shown clear, orange lettering bold against the black.

You slide from the good of the vehicle, your jacket falling from your body so you can tuck it in through the open window of what he guessed to be your car. You were dressed in nearly the same thing as him, black coveralls tied up around your waist and a large black shirt that seemed too big for you, as well, tucked into it. Not hesitating to step forward, Hinata finds himself falling back, wanting to bare witness from afar.

The smug grin tugging at the edges of your lips makes Kenma narrow his eyes further, "This is the great Kozume Kenma? Wow, no one really did you any justice, now did they?"

Of course you would be the smug type. Though, he supposed you had every right to be. You were an impressive individual. "And you're L/N Y/N... For someone who wanted to be so mysterious, you sure weren't hiding."

"I can't take credit for that idea. It was all Suga. Said we needed an ace up our sleeve." Shrugging nonchalantly, you flash Kenma a lazy grin. Mainly because it was oh-so obvious it was getting under his skin. "Though I have heard someone has been a bit obsessed with me, recently."

Kenma finally lets out something near a laugh, "You would be so lucky. Are you racing tonight?"

Hearing the rumble of other engines, the both of you realize that it wouldn't be long before you would both have to walk away to be with your separate groups. "Wouldn't you like to know," Kenma turns his head back towards you, raising an eyebrow. "I guess you'll just have to keep an eye out for me, won't you, Kozume?"

You take an easy step back, before turning to walk away, "I look forward to racing you, one day, Kozume."

"Likewise..." Kenma finds himself staring at you as you walk away from him, impressed by how bold you are, despite himself. Belying his previous 'hate' towards you, a slight smile pulls at the corners of his lips.

Much as Kenma found himself excited whenever he raced or encountered Shōyō, even his three friends could tell that he was intrigued, from their distance.

Kuroo Tetsurō

He, unlike Kenma, loves the thrill of racing.

Even if he doesn't do it as often now, he still manages to love when he does race.

Now, Nekoma doesn't have much real competition.

They've been among the top racing groups for year now and not even up-and-comers like Karasuno were going to change that.

Despite Kuroo's reassurance in the stability of his position as best racer and 'leader' of Nekoma's group, there were certain other groups that managed to get under his skin.

Groups like Daishō Suguru's group, Nohebi.

The group who'd been giving him more trouble than anyone else, since they'd gotten started.

He hated Daishō.

He hated Nohebi.

Nohebi played dirty and had injured multiple of his racers.

Most recently injured had been Yaku.

He wasn't sure who had been driving, but he remembered the person who had stepped up to reprimand the driver for the blatant foul play.

Acting like you were going to veer into another car and doing it were two different things.

He wasn't sure if it was because you were the one who had to fix your own vehicle or because you were worried about the opposing driver.

But he was intrigued.

Especially when you slapped Daishō for trying to "calm you down" by grabbing your wrist.

You had such an attitude and were so independent.

You caught his attention awfully quick.

After that, he kept an eye out for you.

He was whipped from day one.

Now normally, it takes forever for him to develop feelings for someone, but you were such a strong individual, he was whipped.

Though what sealed the deal for him was when you would tease him back and flirt with him.

At first he thought it was just because you wanted to piss off Daishō, but when he noticed that you seemed to enjoy it just as much as he did, he really was whipped.

You spotted him before he spotted you. As per usual when it came to you. You were good and sneaking up on him. It should have been more concerning to him than it was when a hand came to cover his eyes, your voice crooning in his ear playfully, "Guess who."

He knew you, quite easily, by your voice. You'd become well acquainted with sneaking up on him.

After all, it had been what? Two years since this mutual bantering and rivalry had started. By this point, both of your respective groups were getting a little tired of constantly having to be a witness to all of the flirting that was done.

"L/N, I think I'd recognize the strong smell of motor oil anywhere." Kuroo turns around to face you, hands tucked in the pockets of the red and black jacket he wore. The same one that matched the jackets of the rest of his group.

"Well, unlike someone, I've been working pretty hard, y'know?" Your own hands drift to your pockets, "Not all of us have minions doing all of our work, for us."

One of Kuroo's eyebrows shoot up, "Oh? Last I heard was that someone in particular had a whole shop of people working for them."

A light laugh escapes you, the air fogging up a bit in front of your face as your warm breath met the crisp air surrounding you both. "Yeah? Who told you that? The same asshole that's trying to drag other unfortunate souls into working with him?"

Heaving out a deep, faux sigh, Kuroo tilts his head. "The position with me is still open." His cooing voice almost makes you forget how he'd opted to phrase it. Almost.

"As much as I hate the snaky bastard, the money is too good to pass up." You lean yourself back, making contact with the hood of Kuroo's car. His favorite and ace vehicle, in fact.

"You know I could easily pay you twice what he does," he leans in and places a hand on either side of the hood, next to you. "So what's it going to take to convince you I'm a better choice than him?"

You cross your arms, a smug look crossing your face. "Why do I think this has less and less to do with your need for a mechanic?.. I think you might be a little obsessed with me, there, Kuroo."

A smirk matching your own crosses his lips. "Maybe I am, L/N. What are you going to do about it?"

"Well, there are a few things-" You find yourself cut off as you note Daishō's shouts from across the way. A sigh escapes you and you bring a hand to Kuroo's chest, pushing a finger into his shoulder and making him lean back. "Looks like I've got to go. Until next time, Kuroo."

"Keep my offer in mind," The tall man lets out a sigh as he watches you walk away from him. He glances over his shoulder as he feels a hand there, seeing his faux-blonde friend. "They'll be working for me one day. Just you wait."

Bokuto lets out a hearty laugh, causing people to look in the direction of the two tall men. "You've been saying that for how long, now?"

A scoff comes from behind them, causing them to turn around, "About two years, now. He's a little desperate, don't you think?"

Kuroo rolls his eyes at his friends' teasing, head turning in your direction just in time to catch you quickly farting your own gaze away.

You'd be a lot more to him than just another person in his racing group, one day.

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celestialrry · 3 years

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insecure

summary: Harry doesn't love his nose and you love him.

warnings: body insecurities (Harry), and fluff

Harry was confident. How could he not be after going on multiple stadium tours filled with screaming girls who thought everything he did was attractive? Even after all those years, going solo, and just releasing his sophomore album, he had started to be comfortable in his own skin. He dressed more extravagantly like he wanted to, and became more vulnerable with his music. There were few things he didn't like about himself and fewer things that he didn't like about his physical self.

There was always one that got to him. When you would take a picture of him driving, or hugged him and squeezed his sides, he cringed. Looking back on the photo you took, that you thought was absolutely adorable, a big smile on his face while he was looking at the road ahead, all he could focus on was his nose. He asked himself why it was so big, and why it hooked just the slightest bit downwards. He asked himself why he still had pudge on his sides, love handles, yet worked out extensively everyday and ate more healthy than anyone else he knew. His insecurity about his love handles diminished slightly after you had murmured while half asleep that you loved them. But still, the insecurity around his nose remained.

You were never aware of this. You thought Harry was the most gorgeous creature you had laid eyes upon and he thought of you the same. You had a bit of love handles as well and he absolutely loved them. The two of you had been introduced about a year ago being good friends until feelings were revealed and soon enough you had been dating now for about 7 months. It was bliss, just being in your own world with Harry. So when you woke up one morning and walked into the bathroom to see Harry in his boxers looking at himself in the mirror, eyes glazed over and bottom lip trembling, and touching his face, it was safe to say you were in shock.

Carefully you made your way over to him, making your presence known and he jumped a bit and cleared his throat. "G'morning lovey." He mumbled, the tight lipped smile not reaching his eyes as he kissed you on the forehead and gave you a weak hug.

"What's wrong H?" You asked softly, your hands going to cup his cheeks. He kept his hands on your waist and looked down at you, engulfed in his t-shirt. He sighed, knowing you would pester him about this until he told you, one of the reasons he loved you, but had yet to say it.

"S'stupid, don't worry abou' it." He mumbled, his hands tightening around your love handles, thumbs running over your hips. "Your feelings aren't stupid, H. C'mon." You said, eyes full of concern as you got on your tip toes and gave him a peck on the nose. That did it.

"I hate m'nose." He blurted out, eyes shutting. Your jaw dropped. Harry Styles didn't like his nose. It was one of your favorite things about his face other than, well, his entire face. "Why?" You asked, still in shock, eyes widened.

He opened his eyes to look at you. "I'don't like how it curves, y'know? And I feel like s'a bit big. I told you, s'stupid." He frowned, you thumbs rubbing his cheeks.

"Harry." You began. His eyes widened this time, as you rarely ever called him that. "Your nose is perfect. It fits you so well, and to be honest it's one of my favorite, physical, things about you."

"What?" He asked confused.

"I'm serious," you chuckled a bit. "Have you ever watched one of your interviews or a video of you talking from the side?"

"Try not to." He mumbled.

"You should, because the tip of your nose moves up and down when you talk and it's one of the cutest fucking things I've ever seen." You said, taking your phone you set on the counter and going to record.

"Tell me about yesterday." You ordered, filming his side profile.

"Um, I told you earlier, Mitch and I wen’ to the studio, recorded a cover or two n’knocked out the chords for another song," he began to smile.

"Then I came back home n’called you over," at this point he was smiling like a fool. "And then I fuc-"

"Oh shut up." You blushed, hitting his bicep and ending the video. You made him turn to the mirror to film, so you pulled him around and he made his way behind you, arms wrapping around your waist, and chin on your shoulder as you clicked on the video.

You smiled as you watched it and resisted the urge to turn and see Harry's reaction. "D'you see?" You zoomed in a bit to his nose. "Look how it moves."

You felt his chuckle rumble through as the video ended and you put the phone back on the counter, turning around to face him. "Has no one told you that it moves before?" You asked.

"Nope."

"God, H, that's terrible. There's so many little things about you that I love, almost as much as I love you, and I can't believe you don't like them about yourself because you definitely should." You rambled, not even noticing you had told him those fated 3 words for the first time until after you had stopped talking.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Harry, I-" You began to cover your face out of embarrassment, but he pressed his lips against yours before you could do so, so instead your hand, made their way to his neck.

"I love you." He mumbled, before pressing his lips against yours once more. You smiled into the kiss and pulled away. “I know things like this don’t get fixed overnight but you should love everything about yourself, because if I can love it, you certainly can too.”

“M’god, pet,” He responded, pressing his lips on yours once more. “I love you so fuckin’ much.”

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theyreonlynoodlesmike · 3 years

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Oh, Loverboy: Part 6 (everyone x everyone, Star x Fem!reader centric)

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Warnings: slight angst, cursing, blood, gore

Word Count: 1.7k

You draped yourself over Michael like a spell of protection, resting your head on his shoulder and sitting besides him on the step. The boys had attempted to give him some bullshit about "if you want to see Star again" and you'd scoffed. Since when was David in charge of that? You and Michael had moved further down to the stairs, and you were holding his hand and ignoring the gang of bikers.

You knew that the boys were hazing him. They were stupid boys, that did stupid things like that. And you really didn't understand how David expected to get laid after Michael muttered what had happened in the last few nights.

"They made you jump off a bridge?" You asked, your voice reaching a higher pitch even if you tried to keep it low. You looked over at the boys, your glare sharp enough to make them bleed. You were livid. Perhaps it was your developing crush, or just the fact that Star liked him, but, either way, you couldn't believe them. If he hadn't drank from the bottle, you were almost sure they would've let him fall. Maybe it wouldn't have made a difference.

You knew the boys could be jealous shits sometimes. Never with eachother, their own bonds were too strong for that, but outsiders? Unknowns? Especially ones as handsome as Michael? And especially ones that seemed to catch both your and Stars attention? You knew that this was probably some stupid masculinity thing. A stupid jealousy thing. Or maybe they were just assholes, plain and simple. Regardless of the reason, you were furious. For Michael, for Star, for yourself.

"They- they didn't make me-" Your glare had flicked to Michael and he, at least, had the sense to shut up. He gave your hand a squeeze, and tried again. "You don't- You don't need to be mad at them. I can handle myself." He said, and you stared at him. Your mind was a flurry of thoughts, and you immediately blamed the way he was acting on a stupid masculinity thing as well. It was obvious that he couldn't handle himself. He'd drank from a bottle, willingly jumped off a bridge, and who knows what he would've done tonight if the boys had had the chance to goad him into it. He was too easily swayed, wanted to fit in too much. He didn't know when to take a stand, when to- You paused for a moment, your eyes glancing up when you felt a cold hand tickle the back of your neck. You glared daggers into a new pair of blue eyes. Oh, they were definitely planning something.

David wouldn't have walked over himself. You were too mad at him for that. Marko, well, he was David's lapdog at the best of times. Sending him over would've been too obvious. And Dwayne? Dwayne would've meant they were desperate, and it definitely would've raised some alarms. But Paul?

Paul could talk his way out of anything. You'd found that out multiple times. You couldn't stay mad at him long, even if you wanted to. There was something about that stupid smile of his. Or maybe it was the fact that he looked like he didn't have a thought going on in his head. How could he have ulterior motives if he couldn't think of any? But you knew that was all a facade. Sure, he was a dumbass, but he wasn't stupid. You didn't ease up your glare when he took up your other side, and you watched as he pulled out a self-rolled cigarette. He was quick to light it, before offering you a smoke. You stared. You wanted him to get to the point, and you watched as he whistled lowly at the rejection.

"Someone's mad." He said, his voice light and teasing. Truly, you weren't in the mood. You stared at him harder, and you watched as he slapped his hands down onto his thighs. "Babe! C'mon, just-" He looked around, as if someone would help him, before he reached to scratch his neck. He was thinking, you could tell. Finally, he moved to wrap an arm around your shoulders. "Just lighten up! We were just messing with him, alright? And, he's a champ, right?" He said, and you watched as he leaned over to hit Michaels knee. You glanced at Michael to see him nodding along, and you almost wanted to sigh at how quick he was to try to get approval from Paul of all people. Really, you were gonna have to have a talk with him about self confidence. "We just wanna go do boy stuff with him, okay? Cause he's like- He blew us all off yesterday and then spends the night with you guys. David only said all that stuff 'cause he thinks Mikey just wants to hang out with you and Star." And you stared at him. You clicked your jaw, looking between his eyes. It was hard to tell a lie from the truth with the blonde. "We were hurtin' real bad, babe. Just, y'know, letting our anger get the best of us. Honest." He said, and you watched as he placed a hand over his heart.

Part of you wanted to believe that he was completely full of shit. The other wanted to believe that perhaps he was telling the truth. You stared at him for a moment, playing with Michaels hand in your lap. Either way, you were hesitant to let Michael go with them.

"Well, where's Star then? I don't wanna be here all by myself." You said, but, really, you were looking for any excuse to keep them from taking him. Paul gave you a grin that told you he knew the answer.

"She's back at the cave taking care of Laddie." He said, and you frowned just the tiniest bit. So, she wasn't on the boardwalk. It made sense. With how many times you and Michael had gone down the boardwalk, you would've been pissed if you'd just missed her. You glanced back at Michael, missing the glance that Paul sent David. After a moment, Paul said, "Y'know, you could come with us. I'm sure David wouldn't mind." And you frowned at the idea. You wanted to go with them as much as you wanted to be a wet blanket.

"Pass." You said. You'd end up spending the entire time worrying about Michael or you'd probably end up getting spitroasted. While the second option didn't sound so bad, you wanted to introduce polyamory to Michael slowly. And the boys weren't exactly the best with that. You simply sighed as you ran a hand through your hair, deciding that you'd head back to spend the night with your girlfriend. Just before a thought occurred to you. "What are you guys doing tonight anyways? More bridges?" You snarked, and you watched as Paul leaned back with a grin. He said, as casual as could be,

"Nah. Just getting something to eat." And, from the look in his eye, you knew that you weren't going to be ditching them like you originally planned.

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"Well, that went like shit." You said, kicking one of the branches and wrapping your arms around yourself. Michael had rejected the five of you, rejected your way of life. He'd seen you kill, seen you feed. He'd done exactly what Star had done. Well, kind of. He'd refrained from the smell, rejected his instincts. It made you frown, and you had the mind to wipe the blood off your face as you wondered about what made them different.

At least Star accepted that she'd have to do it eventually. If she wanted to stay with you, that is. She hadn't run away into the night. She'd come with you, back to the cave, and spent the night with you. You'd told her everything about it. How it felt, how it made you feel. How it eased with time. You were sure that if Michael had just listened, that if David wasn't so intent on scaring him, that you could've gotten him to do the same. Still, he was gone, and he didn't take the feelings clenching around your heart with him. The bubbling of hurt and betrayal. You could feel tears pricking your eyes, and, just like the blood, you tried in vain to wipe them away. You felt a hand on your shoulder and you quickly shook it off. You snapped, like a twig with too much weight on it.

"This is your fault!" You yelled at none of them in particular, and you turned to see that it had been David who'd tried to comfort you. But, in your rage, you didn't care. Things had been fine. Better than fine. Michael had liked you, and, less than an hour before, he'd been holding your hand and looking at you as if you were the most amazing thing he'd ever seen. Hell, he'd been looking at you like that ever since yesterday. But you'd seen how his eyes had changed. How they'd been filled with confusion, fear, and resentment. And now the eyes of your boys were filled with confusion and hurt. It made you pause, hesitate. Hell, you didn't even hesitate with a kill. "I'm- in sorry. I- I didn't-" You didn't know what you were going to say.

Before any of them could respond, your feet were off the ground. You were flying up high and fast, the night cloaking you in darkness and wind rushing against your skin. You didn't know where you were headed, but you needed to get away from them. You flew around aimlessly for a half hour before you realized you'd followed his scent all the way to the far side of Santa Carla, and towards a house in the middle of a green pasture of land.

You flew around the house, the only thing alerting your presence was the ring of a windchime. You followed his scent to what seemed to be a younger boys room, and said younger boy spotted you almost immediately.

"It's one of them!" He yelled. You thought that was as close to an invitation inside as you were going to get, and you intended on taking it.

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theaviskullguy · 3 years

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Ink and Petals

@dapple-dualies-propaganda here's the au

Tattoo artist! Rider x Florist! Goggles

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When was it not busy at Squid ink?

It was one of the top Tattoo Parlors in Inkopolis. and it was also on a pretty busy street. So, it got a lot of customers. Also the fact that one of the artists was a famous turfer.

Rider hadn't formerly retired, but he had eased out of playing Turf Wars. He had found other interests outside of the sport: Theater, art, reviewing old movies online... He still did Turf from time to time, albeit the adult league. He was too old for the more popular teen division.

So, he found a job as a tattoo artist. And he rather loved it. Not only did most of his friends consult him for tattoo advice (from where the best places are to good designs), but he also knew some gossip. One of his regulars had beef with her neighbor because he has a pet raccoon who keeps stealing her trash and Rider could NOT wait to hear more about this story.

Another thing was, well, Rider had seen some shit. From people covered head to toe in tats, to people eagerly wanting their first tattoo, even to shyer folk who wanted one to defy controlling parents or to mark something important.

None of that prepared Rider for the news he got when tattooing one of the customers. More specifically, Gloves.

You see, Gloves had been coming in for the past few days. They had wanted a pretty complicated butterfly tat, so for the last 3 days Rider has been exchanging stories with the resident enby about... pretty much anything.

This is how this exchange happened;

"So you remember Goggles, right?" Gloves asked.

Rider rolled his eyes. "What, you think I'd forget the guy who kept pulling down my pants?"

"Oh ha ha. Anyways, apparently he works at that flower shop now."

"...He what?"

"You heard me!" They said. "I went there yesterday to get something for a project and there was Goggles! He misses you, 'ya know!"

Rider was just. quiet. He hadn't talked to his crush in a while, contact dwindled when Rider stopped doing Turf as much. Never once did he think Goggles would miss him, but that was probably the self hatred talking.

"...I'll think about it." Was all Rider said.

The conversation continued like nothing happen; Gloves saying multiple cursed things and Rider sharing interesting stories he heard on his job. Time flew by and soon, the tattoo was done; a butterfly with the bi colors on one wing and the nb colors on the other. Rider was quite proud of it, and Gloves seemed to like it. They waved, and left the store, humming to themselves.

Rider looked at the clock. His shift ended in just a few minutes. He knew he had no other appointments that day, so he took to watching old recorded matches in his phone.

Those were over a decade ago. Yet he still remembered everything. His favorite part was still learning he won a match by such a small margin. It was just... amazing.

He sighed. Rider missed those battles. But he has to say, he missed his crush a bit more.

He clocked out, saying goodbye to the other employee-Cherry (business relationships were easy to maintain when your coworkers were your siblings), and headed towards the flower shop for more reasons than one.

Army had a performance the next day. And yeah, Rider knew it was romantic, but platonically giving your best friend flowers was always nice. Plus, he wanted an excuse to see Goggles again.

He looked into the shop-the blue inkling was nowhere to be seen, but then again neither was the front desk. So, Rider shrugged and stepped in.

The floral scent was strong, but not overwhelming. Plenty of blossoms lined the stands, along with tags of what the flowers were and what they meant.

Rider looked around, trying to remember which flowers Army liked again, when he heard a familiar, youthful voice.

"Hi! Need any help?"

The inkling turned around. Goggles had definitely changed since Rider last saw him; his tentacles were longer and in an actual bun, for once. His blue eyes still had that clarity, and he still had that goofy smile. Though he didn't seem to recognize Rider.

"Uhh... I'll be fine. I'm just trying to remember what flower my friend likes the most." He said, hoping his accent didn't give him away; there weren't many in Inkopolis with an Australian accent.

But, Goggles didn't seem to notice or care. "Oh, okay!"

Rider internally breathed a sigh of relief. That would have been awkward if Goggles recognized him.

He looked around the shop, before spotting a bouquet of lilies. He knew Army liked lilies. If they weren't his favorite flower, it'd be close enough.

Rider took a few of the bigger ones, and a few white roses for variety, and took them to the counter.

Goggles smiled. "This a special occasion?"

"Not exactly. Just, my friend's doing a performance for a musical and I wanted to get him something for it." Rider explained.

"What musical?" Gogs asked, arranging the flowers with a sheer, white ribbon tying them together.

"Hadestown. He got Eurydice."

"Oh! I went to go see it last night! Army's amazing at that role. He's your friend, right?"

Rider internally panicked, but calmed down after remembering he wasn't Army's only friend. "Yeah. We've been friends for a while now."

"Well, tell him I said hi!" He handed the bouquet to Rider. "On me, alright? It's for a friend anyways!"

Rider nodded. "Thanks, mate."

"You're welcome!"

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A few weeks went by. Rider occasionally stopped at the flower shop and got flowers for...well, no real reason. He'd use them to add color to his house, or give them to friends. He just wanted an excuse to see Goggles.

He'd talked to the blue inkling a bit more, too. He'd gotten into the business since, well, he really liked flowers, and he wanted a job where he could just...relax! He still did Turf, of course, but the Adult league was more serious than the teen one, and he just wanted to have fun instead of be expected to take a game seriously.

He still didn't recognize Rider. The yellow-green inkling was a bit hurt by this, to be honest.

Though, it was a bit startling when Goggles actually walked into Rider's work. And Rider was assigned to give Goggles his first tattoo: A blue jay on his shoulder, taking off from a branch.

This time, it was Goggles' turn to ask questions as Rider worked.

"Sooo.... you've been coming into my shop for a while and I still don't know your name!" The blue inkling stated. "I mean, you can probably recognize me though!"

Rider shrugged. "Well, who can forget Goggles of the Idiot Blue team?"

Goggles giggled. "You do know me! I still don't know you!!"

"...I can assure you, we've met before that day I got Army flowers." Rider said.

"Ooh! Can I try and guess who you are?"

"Ehh, why not."

"Okay! Umm..." Goggles thought for a moment. "Clams facemask?"

Rider shook his head. "Nope."

"Inkfall?"

"Wrong."

"Eging Jr?"

"Not even close there."

"Stealth Goggles?"

"Getting closer, I'll give you that."

"....Rider?" Goggles asked.

Rider chuckled. "Took you long enough, idiot."

Goggles smiled wide. "I finally found you! Hi Riri!"

"Hey, Gogs. It's been a while."

"Yeah! I'm a bit surprised I didn't recognize you, since we were pretty close!" Goggles stated.

Rider shrugged. "Well, I'm not the most memorable person anyways."

"Riderrrrr don't say that!" Goggles said. "You're still really popular!"

"To some people, maybe. Not everyone."

There was a tense silence, other than the hum of the tattoo needle as it made the drawing.

"....So." Goggles started again. "How's life?"

"It's...well, better than it was." Rider said. "Got my own place, for one. Though it gets a bit lonely.. You?"

"I'm still living in an apartment. I really want a roommate!" Goggles proclaimed. "Maybe we could move in together?"

"..I'll think about it, Gogs. Though it might be fun being your roommate."

"Really? Thanks Rider!" Goggled smiled.

The conversation grew more casual. Rider enjoyed it; turns out Goggles had his fair share of gossip. It was kinda cool.

And as the next few days passed, Rider looked forward to each of those sessions. His crush seemed to go from "this person would be fun to date i think" to "hOLY MOTHER OF THE GODS IM IN L O V E", and it didn't help that during those meetings, Goggles had to be shirtless.

The days turned into weeks and months. Goggles moved in with Rider, and the two became incredibly close friends.

And, it came to a head near valentines day. Goggles' shop was very busy, as expected. Luckily, Squid Ink wasn't as much.

So, on his day off, just before Valentines, Rider headed to the flower shop and got a bouquet of roses. Cliché to confess on Valentines day, Rider knew, but he's a pining gay cut him some slack.

And Rider came home right as Goggles was leaving for his shift. So, that left Rider with a good 3 hours to practice his confession.

"Alright, Rider. This has to be CASUAL. 'Hey, I've liked you for over a decade but just now had the confidence to confess!' No, too creepy sounding. 'Yo, Gogs. I really like you and maybe we could go out to dinner sometimes?' ...Too casual."

....Yeah, this went on for a while.

Rider groaned, collapsing his his bed. "I wish feelings were fucking easier...I should just call Army."

So, he grabbed his phone and selected the contact, Veronica Sawyer Kinnie

"C'mon, Army... pick up."

And not one ring later, "Rider, what is it?"

"...I need romantic help. Please." Rider asked.

"Look, just because I'm married to Aloha, doesn't mean I know how I ended up here."

"Yeah, I kinda know that." He stated. "Still. I really need some help."

Army sighed. "Who is it? It's totally that one person with the raccoon story-"

"Actually, no. It's, um.... It's Goggles."

The octoling on the other end of the line could be heard sighing. "Still a morosexual I see."

"OI! You're the one who married a fuckin himbo!"

".....Touché. Still, there's a difference."

Rider huffed. "Just... give me some advice. I wanna confess to him tomorrow but I've got no idea how. I'm giving him roses, but like, there's gotta be something more I could do, y'know?"

"Have you tried asking Prince?" Army suggested. "He is the one with the obsession with rom coms and romance novels."

"This is his exam period, Army. I'm not about to potentially interrupt a cram session by asking for romantic advice!"

"Fair enough. I'd say...well, just rip off the band aid. Like... 'Hey, Goggles, I really like you and was wondering if you'd like to be my boyfriend.'"

"...Thanks, Arm. I'll, uh, give it a try."

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Rider couldn't sleep that well. Mainly out of anticipation.

He was gonna confess to his crush of...over a decade, at least. He didn't fuckin know what was gonna happen!

Like, would Goggles reciprocate? Would he hate Rider after it? WHAT THE FUCK WOULD HAPPEN-

He sighed. He needed to get his mind off this shit.

Rider looked over to his bedside clock: 5AM. 5 hours before his shift. 5 hours to get his shit together and plan for confessing to the world's cutest but also dumbest man later that night.

C'mon, Rider. Think. Army said to rip it off like a band aid, but Goggles might find that a little sudden and out of the blue. He could write a letter and leave it for Goggles when he went to his shift (The flower shop was closed on Valentines day). That would be a safe option.

Rider sat up, and got out a piece of paper and pencil, writing a note.

"Hey, Goggles.

There's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while. I really, really like you. As in, a crush.

I totally get it if you don't like me back, or think I'm weird, but hey, I was wondering if you'd wanna go out to dinner or something. Probably not tonight cause of Valentine's day but maybe tomorrow night or something.

-Rider"

Quickly, he folded it and wrote Goggles' name, putting a little heart sticker on it. It was corny, but hey, Rider had to use up those stickers somehow.

Rider attached it to the roses, and kept it on his desk.

And so, the morning went as normal. He had breakfast, got out of his pjs, put his hair up... the usual.

But as Rider left to go to work, he left the note and rose on the table, and left the house quickly.

During the day, he nearly forgotten all about it; He caught up with the gossip-Apparently the neighbor with the raccoon and the regular were now dating. So that was a nice little end to the story.

Squid Ink wasn't AS busy-probably because it was Valentines day, people were spending it with their lovers, not getting inked up (unless they made the appointment when single)

And it was near the end of Rider's shift when he heard his name mentioned. Probably someone making an appointment before he heard the familiar voice of Goggles going "Okay!!"

The blue inkling walked over to his station. "Hi Ridey!!"

"...Hey, Gogs. Getting another tat?" Rider asked, trying to keep his cool.

Goggles nodded. "Yeah!!!"

"A'ight anything specific in mind or-"

"Can I get just a simple quote one?"

Rider nodded. "Where do you want it?"

Goggles pulled down the collar of his shirt slightly. "Right here, please!"

"Okay. Just try to keep holding that down so I don't mess up.

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And so, tattoo conversations ensued.

The quote Goggles had wanted was a simple Pride one, that said "love is love". It was discreet, but a bit of it could be seen poking out if Goggles ever wore a v-neck.

"So, any plans for tonight?" Rider asked, trying to keep things subtle. Maybe Goggles hadn't read the note yet.

The blue inkling nodded. "Kinda! I had mental plans buuuuut nothing serious."

Rider raised an eyebrow. "Who with?"

"..I m-mean, I still have to ask him.." Goggles' face turned a shade of blue, and he averted his gaze.

"....Can I guess who he is?"

"If ya can!"

He smiled. "Does his name have an R in it?" Rider had a guess it was himself, but it wouldn't hurt to check.

Goggles nodded. "Yeah!"

"Got an accent?"

"Yep!!"

"Is he doing your tattoo?"

"....y-yeah?" Goggles sheepishly smiled. "I'm n-not that discreet, am I?"

Rider chuckled, but on the inside he was screeching. "Honestly? I had no clue myself."

"Really? I've been dropping the most obvious hints!"

"...Like what?" Rider asked, now a bit curious.

"Welllll I've been picking movies you like during movie night, I've made sure to get your drink on coffee runs, Oh! And I offered to cook dinner that one time!" Goggles stated.

"...Damn. I'm just oblivious then." The former dynamo user laughed, before turning off the needle. "There. It's all done." Rider held up a mirror for the blue boy.

Goggles' face lit up. "Whoa! It looks amazing!!! Thanks Riri!"

Rider smiled. "You're welcome. Now, uh, ...did you read my note?"

"..Y-yeah, I did. And, um...I like you too Rider!!" The blue man pressed a small, quick kiss to Rider's cheek.

Rider blushed. "S-so, you'll let me t-take you out?"

Goggles nodded. "Yeah!!!"

"I...thanks, Gogs."

"You're welcome Riri!!!"

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aAAAAA RUSHED END

but like. hope yall enjoy!

#Galax Writes #tattoo artist x florist #splatoon #coroika #coroika rider #coroika goggles #goggles x rider

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admiringlove · 3 years

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II: sneak; returning it like a detective.

— you try to return the book like a normal person would do, and a small nightly meeting with miya atsumu makes your heart bloom.

+pairing: miya atsumu x reader.

+genre: crossover(hq x hp); fluff; angst; frenemies to lovers.

+word count: 1.9k

+warnings: literally none. if you count idiot mcs then yes, that’s the warning.

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You figure that you could return the book safely to Atsumu's room tonight; before the two of you meet up at the Black Lake, you were going to sneak to the boys' dormitory and place the book under his bed.

You were beleaguered. The paranoid feeling ate away at you as you pulled on a woolen jumper—along with your green scarf, the invisibility cloak Atsumu had gifted you long ago, and boots when Kiyoko suddenly got up from her slumber.

"You've been paranoid all day," the girl reached for her glasses, speaking in an ingenue tone. Your eyes widened at her sudden voice as you turned to face her. You were just about to leave your room to head down the stairs when she spoke up.

"Erm... y-you noticed?" you asked in lassitude. She chuckled as she ran a hand through her hair, pushing the duvet down by her feet as she sat crisscrossed on her bed.

"You've been anxious. I saw you looking at the door again and again in Potions when you got partnered with Miya. You barely paid attention to what I was saying at dinner, and when we got back, you were pacing back and forth in the bathroom. Thank Salazar the other girls were downstairs talking to people," her mellifluous voice soothing your anxiety a bit, as you sighed out loud.

"I guess..." you mused, "—it's 'Tsumu."

"Figures," she giggled a bit, pushing her glasses up as she runs a hand through her hair once again, waiting for you to explain.

"H-he's in love with this... girl. I read through his diary last night. I found it yesterday," you mumble in rue, as your voice cracks just a smidge—telling Kiyoko everything she needed to know. She nods in realization, "I'm guessing you only realized it now?"

"It's stupid of me, isn't it? I can't wrap my head around the fact that he's been in love with another girl this whole time, and I-I've just... not realized it," you hummed in distress as you avoided eye-contact with the raven-haired girl in front of you, her cerulean eyes giving you a gaze which you didn't really understand.

"Hm, so you're returning the book tonight?" she asked. You nodded and continued, "Yes, and er... Atsumu asked me to meet him by the Black Lake. He should already be there by now, so I can just sneak into his room and leave the book there."

"I won't keep you waiting then," she gave you a half-smile, an indication that she'd talk to you about the matter at hand later. She didn't want t Yo pry, and you were grateful for that fact as you quietly tip-toed to Atsumu's room.

Muttering the unlocking charm, "Alohomora," you entered Miya Atsumu's dormitory, to find multiple boys sleeping there—Suna, Aran, Osamu, Sakusa—You quietly moved under your cloak, and crouched down low, pushing the book under Atsumu's bed and getting up as soon as possible. You walked out of his room—the cloak still atop your head—as you stopped dead in your tracks.

Miya Atsumu was standing at the bottom of the staircase, and with each step, he was coming closer to you. You quietly tip-toed towards another door, standing eerily still as you swished your wand at the piss-haired boy's dorm, "Colloportus."

He fumbled with his pockets for a second, then mumbling a "shit" in realization as he pulled his wand out of his boot. He went in.

You take this as your chance of fleeing the scene; you really didn't want to get caught by Miya Atsumu outside his room, nor did you didn't think you wanted to explain to him what you were doing there. You made your way towards the Black Lake, turning left from the Forbidden Forest.

You could've sworn you saw a fox in the distance—a yellow fox just staring at you from a mile away. You shook the feeling away because when you walked towards the deck at the Black Lake, Atsumu was already there(he was panting heavily, which meant he had run all the way here).

"There ya are!" Atsumu raised his eyebrows, his hands on his thighs as he bent down, trying to catch his breath. You chuckled as you ruffled his hair, "Here I am."

"Here," he handed you a small bag. You smiled at how considerate his expression seemed and took the bag from his hands hesitantly. He gestured for you to open it as the two of you sat crisscross under a tree.

"Is that..Miya! You went all the way to Hogsmeade even though it's our first day at school? How did you even—" You gasped, "It's No-Melt Ice-Cream! Ooh, and Treacle Fudge!"

Your worries seemed to fade away for the night as the boy in front of you gazed at you with the softest expression as you dug into the ice-cream and divided the Treacle Fudge neatly into two—one for him, and one for you. Sighing, you slowly laid on your back, looking at the boy next to you with a giggle escaping your plump lips.

"What?"

"I could've sworn I saw a fox back there. It was the same as your piss-hair!" you laughed, clutching to your stomach. His carob eyes softened as they glazed over your petite figure, widening a bit when he heard you speak those words. He tried his best to hide his expression, but you noticed it anyway. Though you didn’t want to pry, the teasing would have to wait for the morning as his chatoyant gaze on the dots in the sky was too pleasant to miss.

"A... fox?" he spoke quietly, "Really?"

You hummed in agreement as he laid down next to you, turning his head softly. Even in the night, his eyes lit the way, as if he was a seer. You wanted this moment to last, but you knew you couldn't be selfish. After all, he loved someone dearly.

He loved someone that wasn't you.

"Hey, you remember we were brewing Amortentia today, right?" you asked, poking his shoulder slightly. He mumbled a small "yes" and you continued, "There was a really pretty girl there. She was a Ravenclaw, and she had red hair, do you know her name?"

"Why in Salazar's name are ya asking for a girl's name? Are ya attracted to her?" he joked, as you shoved his shoulder. You shyly brushed your hair away from your face, looking up at the full moon. It was now that you realized; there was no backing out now.

"No, you idiot. I was thinking of setting her up with you so you'd stop irritating me every minute of every damned day," you groaned. He stopped and blinked for a second, his lissome expression turning dissemble as you looked at him with inquisitive eyes to hear his response.

"I wouldn't think I'm fit for a relationship," he says, looking at the vast hues of azure and ink sprayed with tiny white dots in the expanse. He sighed—his heavy heart made it seem like he was dangling from a tower, ready to drop any second. He couldn't hold his feelings in any longer.

What was he supposed to do, anyway? You were trying to set him up with a girl when he was clearly in love with someone. And his insecurities would get the best of him. It felt like no matter how fast he ran, no matter what spell he cast to keep himself safe from them, they caught up every time.

He could feel a lump form in his throat as you looked at him innocently, your lips parted just a tad bit, and raising an eyebrow as to why such a bitter response had left his mouth.

He inhaled, "I'm too carefree. I think the other person wouldn't like me after a certain amount of time because my personality is just... y'know? And plus, I'm mean to basically everyo—"

You took his hand in yours, intertwining your delicate fingers with his as if he were a gossamer. It felt like untying a knot; only, this time it felt like your life depended upon the tangled thread. Your love was only incipient; his had already lasted for a couple of years, and you didn't want for the boy you loved to sacrifice his happiness for yours.

"Are you?" you asked, your voice barely audible, "Are you really mean?"

"I-I would like to think so, yeah," he nodded.

"What if I say I don't think so? You brought me snacks because I was sad, that too from Hogsmeade, even though it's the first day of school. You apologize to me every time you cross a line. You make sure I'm not fazed by whatever shit you pull. How is any of this not compassionate? Honestly, you think too lowly of yourself," You smiled, ruffling his hair as he looked at you with his eyes slightly wide, and his expression displaying shock.

He definitely hadn't expected such words from you, of all people. He felt like a ghost in a world of paper-dolls—sticking out like a sore thumb, but being happy because he's the only one who gets to experience the true comfort of the dark.

"Y-yer saying way too many nice things in one night, [Y/N]," he looked away, bringing a hand up to his face to hide the bush of roses underneath his cheeks.

"Maybe you deserve it, Miya."

You didn't expect the night to go that well. Your heart was efflorescent; it felt like a small bud was slowly blooming into a fully-grown flower in your palms.

"I take it the meeting with Miya went well?" Kiyoko asked, a small smile on her lips as you walked with her to DADA class. You nodded, a slight blush on your cheeks as you passed a couple of friends, "It's a shame, though. He's in love with someone else."

"How do you know if you've only read the first page of his diary?" she deadpanned, "Maybe the person he loves is you. You didn't see the other pages, right?"

"Well, that's because I value privacy!" you bemoaned, seating yourself as you huffed in annoyance, "And it's mean if I just uncover his secrets."

"Oh come on, you would've never thought you're subconsciously in love with a boy if you never found out he actually loved someone," she narrowed her eyes at you questioningly, knowing that she's correct. You sighed in defeat, letting your shoulders fall as you paid attention in class.

Maybe you wanted to know who Miya Atsumu was in love with. Just so you could prove someone wrong.

When you were heading to dinner that night, someone poked your shoulder.

"Hey, slug," Atsumu nudged your shoulder lightly, you giving him a chuckle in response. His raised eyebrow and a teasing expression playing at his features. A winsome, yet sly smile playing at his lips as if he was hiding something.

"What?" you asked, a quick smirk of your own forming. He shrugged lightly before speaking, "Erm.. you know how Quidditch is starting soon?"

"Yes," you murmured, continuing to walk to the Great Hall at a much slower pace than before. Your desultory expression made him whine—causing you to let out a small chuckle.

"Okay, so I was wondering if you'd help me with the try-outs? I'm the captain this year since Kita-san graduated last year. 'Samu, Omi and Suna won't help anyway, and you're the seeker, so I was thinking—"

"I'll do it," you nodded, "But only if you buy me more Treacle Tarts."

"Say what, [Y/N], if you can catch the snitch in under 5 minutes, I'll buy you as many Treacle Tarts as you want."

"Oh, you're on."

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